I Need a Transfusion #halloween #poetry #horrorweek

re-made fuseli_nightmare

 

 

Suspended above the clouds

captive of a swoon

what magician’s trick

 hung me by the moon

life leaves me in sleep

celestial I drift

all Hallow’s calamity

my blood forever drips

blood drips

 

 

DRIP, Drip, drip…

silent as the dead

the jack-o-lantern jeers

fear we now instead

notes that gave a tip

to get inside our head

wiggle with our fears

more we have to dread

a new report we get

she shot twice in the head

little ones are dear

no hallows – early now  to bed

 Zodiac killer rips

a community is fed

killings through the years

we can only hope you’re dead

blood drips

My first poem was written before Susan put up the completion for the Poet’s United prompt: The real story what is Halloween to me? To many of us who were in the San Francisco Bay Area- Halloween meant the Zodiac killer might be on the loose. I was trying to compose a short story about this killer and what it was like as a child growing up with a killer on the loose for years. The Zodiac serial killings is a cold case; the man killed 20 (or more people) and would send chilling notes through the newspapers making his threats.

blood

horror week

 

This painting is a remake of  Henry Fuseli’s Nightmare. I normally couldn’t do this to art but everyone else tends to mess around  with Fusseli.

Please forgive my theatrics- I am having way too much fun with blood this week.

And while the blood drips why not follow the grim reaper in catching some horror book giveaways over at Coffin Hop!

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Wolf / Human? You choose… #humor #poetry #dpchallenge

fuseli_nightmare

It was a cold and frothy night

blood dripped from my fangs

I shivered at the thought

I looked at myself in the reflection

“I’m a wolf why am I shivering?”

the inner me spoke

“you are human only when it suits me

and wolf when you are a beast”

I was reminded that as a human I’m vegan

I really can’t stand the sight of blood

and yet it tasted so good on my lips

“aack” I woke up with the dawn

“I hate those kind of dreams”

I thought as I padded to the sink

washing the stench of wolf from my nostrils

I failed to see the woman draped over my white sheets

*****

WordPress has a delightful prompt for today at Daily Post – Howl at the Moon

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg

Et Tu? Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?

Thanks to Fuseli for inspiring so many with his painting The Nightmare which I believe is in the collection at the Tate.