Monday, October 4, 2010

Poem: Don't Pass 'Neath the Light

 Don't Pass 'Neath the Light
This story is true, as true as can be,
Just listen to me and you will soon see,
I never tell lies about something so real,
It’s scary and eerie, but oh what a thrill,

Imagine a house that is haunted and cold,
Then picture a witch all haggard and old,
She sits on her porch from morning ‘til night,
Just waiting for someone to pass ‘neath the light,

Then one night it happened, I swear this is true,
A lady passed by and said, how are you?
The witch smiled slyly and said, I’m just fine,
Come in for awhile; we’ll share some fine wine,

The lady said, sure, I’d love a small glass,
And that’s when the facts of this tale came to pass,
The door opened wide; the witch pushed her in,
Then followed behind with a wink and a grin,

The lady returned to the town the next day,
She seemed to be fine in most every way,
But sometimes she twitched and sometimes she itched,
And sometimes she looked a bit like a witch,

She started to sit on her porch ‘neath a light,
And watch folks pass by from morning ‘til night,
That’s all that I know, and all that I’ll say,
I’m just a bit leery there might be foul play,

It’s probably best if you stay far away;
I wouldn’t go near, at least not today.

Rita Bourland © 2010


  1. Yikes!!!!!!!

    Very, very scary. . .and timely.

  2. Rita, great poem! Have you thought about seeing if you could publish it? maybe somewhere like Highlights Magazine...

  3. Thanks, Brynn. I would love to get one of my poems published someday. We'll see. I hope you're doing well. Take care. Rita