Friday, 11 November 2022

Ghost Poems

Some of our Russley Writers took up Paula Green's  48 hour pop-up poetry challenge. They quickly crafted their ghostly poems, which Paula said were full of terrific atmosphere and wonderful similes.

Congratulations to these awesome writers who have had their ghost poems picked by Paula to be published on Poetry Box: Morgan C, Frida, Chloe P and James Q.

Paula is sending a copy of Bill Nagelkerke's book The Ghost House to Morgan. Wahoo! (Or should that be... BOO!) 

You can read the poems here and check them out on Poetry Box too.


The Ghost of Mystery


Wind flies past my cheek like a storm on a cool night

as the smell of freshly cut firewood suddenly disappears


Popping out of corners, dark chocolate eyes stare down at me

a layer of snow glides across the room

like a kite being pushed in the wind


Flick, flick! goes the light


then, Whoosh!

Whoosh!

he’s gone


by Morgan C (age 12, Year 7)



Ghost?


Opening the door I step outside.

The deck creaks below my feet.

A few trees wave weak hellos.

The Sun just barely peeks over the edge of the land.


Sucking in cool air.

A faint scream gets my attention.

Where is the noise coming from?

Nobody is out here.

Or was it inside?


No it couldn’t have been them,

they were blasting the music way too loud.

The scream gets louder then suddenly stops.

That scream was way too familiar.

A white as snow figure fills my vision.

A Ghost?


by Frida H-B (age 12)



The Phantom GHOST


Floor boards creak

in the distance

the smell of an old abandoned house

lingers


Cold air blasts

Rats scurry past old dusty floors

Cries echo through

the old abandoned house

the ghastly shadow

of a ghost

disappears out of sight


pure white eyeballs

stare at me

in the distance


by Chloe P (age 11, Year 7)



PAPER GHOST


White as clouds the ghost

glides slowly like a pelican hunting for fish.

3:00 my alarm rings


I hear…

the back door creak open

the ghost wails like a kettle being boiled

it slowly drifts through the door,


closing it silently

I hop into bed falling back asleep.


by James Q (Year 7)


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