In the spirit of our ongoing Spooky-Silly Contest this month, in place of my usual sort of posts will be spooky-silly poems of my own! First up is a poem inspired by a series that was tragically ended before it’s time, entitled: “Am I Awake?“.
– – –
A ramshackle cabin in a seething lake,
Wooden roof rotting away,
Why is it familiar?
The oily black of unending darkness
The void feels so cold.
Is there a way out?
Words all around, awaiting their form,
I reach out and they take shape.
A tidy apartment engulfed in a storm
Candles casting a dim glow,
I’ve seen this place before.
Sable coffee boiling on the stove
The pungent perfume escapes its vessel
Am I awake?
A neon clown upon a shimmering unicycle.
He just rode past the window.
Yup, definitely awake.
– – –
If you know the game please say so in the comments; I’d really like to know if it was obvious or not! If you would like to see more Spooky-Silliness, why not have a look at “The Ocean House Hotel” the first entry in our little contest?