I posted this before but it’s Halloween so I thought the world was ready to re-experience the horror….
Oh Dripping maw of meaty red
Do not look in that cave of dread
We Ope’d the Fruit
And so it bled.
Oh Dreaded Fruit of Rotten Red.
Sleep with the light on tonight…
So National Poetry Writing Month is over and I think I only actually wrote one poem.
I did read all of these poems though.
I don’t expect anyone to want to listen to all of them at once but here they all are, just in case:
I hear it’s Poetry Month so, because I have nothing better to do, I’m going to add a scratchy recording every day of a poem that I have written.
Here is the first one.
It is mercifully short.