Goosebumps
Gashed my head really badly, finally they stretched me into an ambulance
Only one problem, it was too small, there was no room for my husband
Outwardly I did not show my joy, but my insides were all fuzzy and warm
So, reluctantly he stood back, as the paramedic closed the door, whilst hiding a tiny grin
Even he could sense that this was giving me untold pleasure
But little was I to know, that once it had shut, there was nowhere to go
Until he turned to face me all was well, how was I to know we'd soon be on our way to hell
My thoughts returned to the haunted mansion, a night in a warm hospital bed was much preferred
Placing his hand on mine, for the first time I felt that icy chill
Soon enough he showed his bony face, and the goosebumps chased each other up my arm
Foot Note:
This is where the story moves from the graveyard to the ambulance and what was a warm fuzzy feeling becomes a chill.
But, to my delight, the second poem of the tetralogy gave me a warm fuzzy feeling as I had the opportunity to author an acrostic poem, subtitled Goose Bumps, in my favoured form.
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OCTOBER 2021 - THE HAUNTED MANSION TETRALOGY & OTHERS
PoetryThe tetralogy was written in response to the PoetsPub October Contest, the challenge was to write four (4) separate poems in any form that referred to the haunted mansion. I chose to meet the challenge using four different forms, that would stand al...
