Haunted House

HAUNTED HOUSE

 

At shore side end right at the tip of a craggy hill

Stood a house haunted and grim

The door creaked

Swayed in the wind

Whilst ghosts sneaked

Through a cavity within

Preened in a mirror

Gaunt without any reflections

Squealed they like a gust of wind

"Oooooooo" "Ahhhhhhh" "EEEEE's"

Sonorously a song

Reprimanded as they teased

Grimly along

The windows banged and rattled

Like the breeze that moaned

"Whoosh, wheee, phee, tee hee

Teee heee!"

Its giggles and laughing spells

In the sullen raving haunted house

Ranting by the scraggy hill

 

In turn the ghosts revelled

In dark sullen pleasures

Singing and humming

Would reciprocate with shivers

As their echoes vibrated inside

The grim hollow wooded house

Left vacant like an oyster shell

Without a sombre pearl inside

The scraggy hill

Upon which the desolate

Solitary haunted house stood 

All fairies living inside by its flickering fire side

Keeping warm their toes

Moaned and grumbled

They sighed!

"It's time the ghosts visit us again before Christmas Eve

And finish what's left of our immaculate dinner

What we revere whilst they we fearfully abhor"

Rightfully said though

Reprimanding thus teased their friends

The Christmas Spirits of sorrow and grief

The friendly ghosts

Who once did the same

With shrill shrieks and moans!

 

For in that abandoned house

Right atop the scraggy hill

At the end of the shore

These fairies occupied 

Living blithe and in honour so

As they paraded the house

Lit with fairy lanterns

And dressed their glowing gowns

With a sparkle of glitter on wings

And diamonds on their crowns

Looked their spiffy reflections

In the Vanity mirror the only

Heritage furniture

That stood in the attic 

Right above

 

The fairies looked at the table

They'd laid out last night

For hungry ghosts had butterflies

Bones chewed, bread crumbs strewn

Turkey legs chomped and fully ravaged

Like a withered boat

Abandoned with withered masts and hulls

The plates lay on tables

Fully empty instead of full

Were quaint possessions

Of their fairy heritage

A heirloom passed over

By their great great grandfathers and grandmothers

Of a fairy loom

That now decorated the

Haunted house

Designed by the fairies

Itsy-Bitsy sofas, tables, cupboards

Fancy linens, duvets and fine porcelain crockery

Whilst chocolates

Of honey and almonds

Kept as dessert in bowls

Now lay bare only wrappers

Decorated the empty plates

Of glossy porcelain

 

Could it be Harvey, Johnny and Casper?

The triplets of course

Friendly ghosts of the neighbourhood

Passing through concrete walls and blocks

Over roof tops, under beds

Through tables and chairs

And at last letting out their breaths

That now released

Rested on the forsook

Haunted house by the reef

Such were the mischief mongers skilled

One never knew they dropped a pin

A sordid discrepancy

To the tumultuous waves

That sounded sonorously

And hit the shores upon the desolate reefs

 

However the friendly ghosts

Had another set of terrible triplets

Scared children of the neighbour' Booed'

Instead wore scary Hoods'

Called Trembles and shivers

Boos and creaks

As the poor children trembled

Underneath their blankets

Whilst the mean ghosts

Booed, grated voices

Through walls with shrieks and shudders

Vibrations and tremors

One glace at such beastly ghosts

Without pallor

Would turn one white and pale

And be sufficient

To send quivers down the spine

And jitters in ones throbbing veins 

Spasms through muscles

Till they rattled and cursed

Through your heart

Beating and pounding heavily in vain!

 

These putrid and vile

Triplets of horror

Named Jeremy, Jones and Bones

Lived in the solemn

Haunted house

Right at shore sides end

On the tip of the scraggy hill

The fairies too fluttered wings

And frightened them all away

For even their ghostly friends

Casper, Johnny and Harvey

Could not defeat

Or beat their grim brothers

Jeremy, Jones and Bones

Terrorizing the neighbour' 'Good

Instead of bow their hoods

All they did was

Scare and terrify

Now rested their icy shards of breath

Inside the blown

Shingles and wedge

Of a haunted house

That stood like a slice of cake

Single and solemnly 

Vowing never to sleep like before peacefully

Or even never to bow down to the gusty winds

And tumultuous waves that ripped upon

Rocks of the desolate reef's

Craggy hill

Thus stood the haunted house

Vacant tiny and still

Right at its tip

 The moaning waves

Lashing against jagged rocks

Bitterly complaining

The howling breeze

Didn't sound sweet

Anymore

For they replaced the putrid

Vile ghosts

Named Jeremy, Jones and Bones!

 

Till one day a knock on the door

Three holy priests in cassocks

Did appear

To take the vile ghosts home

In a cistern

They cared naught if they lived or died

They carried even crucifixes and 'Thuribles'

Containing holy water

Even with Bibles and courageous hearts

Filled with prayers

Silently read they

A passage from St. John, Luke and Mark

"Peace to this house

No noise or clamour

Let our fairies live

And children sleep peacefully hereafter

Let the howling ghosts

Full with loathing

Return to purgatory

From whence they came to trouble mankind

And make their presence known

As they appeared and disappeared

Like an unholy sacrilege

Ghosts solely tripled

Beyond reprobation and reviled

Now shall they pray

For repentance

And thus vanish forever

Never to trouble poor people

In neighbourhood again!"

 

The ghosts of horror

Booed and rattled

With all their might

Like a heist of Poltergiest

They showed their faces

Like sheer spirits black and hollow

As they opened their mouths

As wide as black tunnels

To devour chaste and holy

The three priests

But the priests with their 'Thuribles' of holy water

And crucifixes Pious

They sprinkled upon the three gaping horrors

A mark with crucifixes that sizzled with

Steam Sssssssssss….

Lo! They vanished into thin air

It was a task so simple

Yet forbidding

As they contained the three putrid

Hollow ghosts in their cisterns

Each of them

Vile ghosts now locked like genies in a bottle

For the chaste and holy priests

Were indeed a blessing

Angels from heaven

Disguised in robes and holy cassocks!

 

The house was calm and placid once again

Only the gruelling waves

Clashing tumultuously

Upon the jagged rocks

Right on top of the scraggy hill

Where like a wedge of frosty cake

On the solemn hill

It stood could be heard

Billows, murmurs, wails and gnashes

Of white luminescent frothy sea foam

Piercing the night

Like silent arrows

Blissful hearts of the neighbourhood!

The friendly ghosts

Casper, Johnny and Harvey

Marvelled at the blessed priests

A task they accomplished 

Even they could not defeat

Zealously never caring at the least

If they lived or extinguished

Like three candles

Burning brightly with white cassocks

Now disappeared with their cisterns

'Thuribles', Bibles and holy robes

Like a host of white veiled winged angels into the

Arms of sinewy waves

Under lifted veils

The holy candles extinguished and disappeared

The curling waves upon the shores edge

Dilated and contracted

Receding and ebbing 

Now unfurled into

Full tides

That buffeted the strange hill

Upon which the solitary 

House stood

Spoof! The hammocks soon were tied

To the trees surrounding 

The solitary haunted house

Where sweet fairies did repose

Once more

 

The three vile ghostly

Triplets were now deplete

Obsolete! Finito! and Kaput!

The charnel house stood peaceful again

Right atop the scraggy hill

The reef's end

Only the waves buffeted again

Tenderly caressing like a wimple

The solitary castle

Moaning, groaning with friendly ghosts

And a flickering with hub caps

Of the gleaming, glistening, shimmering

Fairies like cutlass swords 

All around it

As the ghosts

Named Johnny, Harvey and Casper

Vanished once again

Through walls and crevices

Friendly boos and holy ahhs

That filled the hearth

Aches and moans

Sighing in relief!

 

Once more did Furies of friendly ghosts

And bevy of fairies

Light up the hearth

With their fancy lanterns

The furnace with a warm glow crackled

As they paraded with their 

Glistening gowns, shimmery tassels

Dainty beautiful bold wings

Diamonds on their crowns

Keeping warm also the friendly ghosts

The fairies with sheets huddled close together

The house at the tip of the scraggy hills!

 

As I with a furnish

With a bow

'Twas indeed a pleasure

To tell all my friends

Whilst I recite my poem

Goodbye to spirits of grief and sorrow

Hallo Ghosts and welcome Fairies

Friendly and sweet!

Hollow shrill and divine!

I bow again

A Curtain Call

For all my ghosts and friends

Of the haunted mansion!