Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.
The silence is spookily sinister
I get up with a start only to realise
I had fallen asleep wearing my headphones
with the noise cancellation on.
A loud pop followed by another
makes me jump out of my skin
I dash towards the sound
only to see that the eggs
I had kept for boiling have popped
as the water had completely evaporated!
Creeeaak, creeaak in the middle of the night
I keep my book of horror stories down
heart pounding loudly
I tiptoe out of the room
to find the window I had opened in the morning
I had forgotten to shut in the evening.
As I return to my room
the phone rings shrilly, then goes dead
the hair on my nape prickle, I shudder
and try to shake off the strange feeling.
Then suddenly a stray dog
starts howling in the streets
I feel someone has just walked over my grave
and slump on the floor unable to take it anymore.