While I actually wrote my own horror poem recently, after watching a TV documentary, I'm not really all that familiar with spooky poems and so had to research this topic.
I have chosen the classical poet Robert Herrick and his poem The Hag, which beautifully crafts the weather and flora of the autumn season into the creepy theme.
There is also Tim Burton's more contemporary Halloween poem
Nightmare Before Christmas
and the air had quite a chill.
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
alone upon a hill.
He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie;
Jack Skellington was his name.
He was tired and bored in Halloweenland
Do you write or read Spooky poetry. Can you recommend any really great finds?
Links to other particpants:
Come sit by the Hearth -Aren't we all haunted . . .
Hi Madeleine .. my mother would have loved Herrick's poem .. and I might take it up with me when I visit the old folks .. as I suspect they would enjoy the timbre ...ReplyDelete
I'll read the Tim Burton one ... thanks for the link over ..
Great links to interesting spooky poems - and it's the right weather now ... thick gloomy mist ..
What a great Halloween poem! Love that imagery of the hag riding through the "brakes and byars."ReplyDelete
Such wonderful poems - the Hag especially is totally creepy - with brambles, bryars and brakes! Brrrrrr!!!!ReplyDelete
I like the spooky poems. I had never read it before.ReplyDelete
Great poem choices!ReplyDelete
I love that poem by Robert Herrick :)ReplyDelete
I have to admit I've not experienced a lot of spooky poetry. Thanks for sharing these.ReplyDelete
These are great. I'm trying to think of spooky poetry I've read, but it's not coming to mind. I know I read plenty in college.ReplyDelete
awesome! i have to watch that movie now!ReplyDelete
and the only one i know is 5 little pumpkins sitting on a gate...
Do horrorku count? =]ReplyDelete
What a couple of great examples of spooky poetry. How about this?
By John Donne
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead,
And that thou thinkst thee free
From all solicitation from me,
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, feign'd vestal, in worse arms shall see :
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
And he, whose thou art then, being tired before,
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
Thou call'st for more,
And, in false sleep, will from thee shrink :
And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
Bathed in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie,
A verier ghost than I.
What I will say, I will not tell thee now,
Lest that preserve thee ; and since my love is spent,
I'd rather thou shouldst painfully repent,
Than by my threatenings rest still innocent.
I might just attempt some Spooky poetry, by the dark of the night, just wait and see...
All the best and happy writing to you.
Spooky poetry is fun. I have a number of horror writers who enjoy writing it.ReplyDelete
Thanks for the John Donne, Gary.ReplyDelete
I like the lines: 'Bathed in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie,
A verier ghost than I'.
The whole thing is so evocative.
Hugs and thanks to you all for your lovely comments x
Great poem for Halloween. I love the imagery.ReplyDelete
love the hag--thanks for sharing. kelley—the road goes ever ever onReplyDelete
Wonderful poems. Thank you.ReplyDelete
Ooooooh, spooky poetry... you always have something interesting to offer on your blog.ReplyDelete
Hi Madeleine .. I know things haven't been easy - but hadn't picked up about your father .. I'm sorry to read this. Life is really stressful and worrying at times - my thoughts are with you all .. hugs from Eastbourne - HilaryReplyDelete
Ciara, Kelley, Snowball, thanks so much for dropping by and commenting. I'm glad you enjoyed this spooky poem find.ReplyDelete
Michelle, Bless you thanks :O)))
Hilary Bless you, too and hugs. x
I love Herrick! Thanks for sharing an old favorite. He really did have a way with imagery. I like the image of the hag lashing her bramble to ride.ReplyDelete