A statue twists with a broken base.
Howling wind is actually its screams,
Of a lost soul and dried up dreams.
A three-legged table starts to dance,
While the broken chairs plant a firm stance.
There is a large trunk with three different locks,
And a scary portrait surely it blocks.
An old owl came and went,
For it did not like the feeling that room sent.
This is a very fun poem! Sort of spooky and fun at the same time. It definitely allows me to imagine the "things" moving around in the attic. Reading this poem makes me want to read it again!
ReplyDeleteThis poem was great! It had such a sense of mystery and suspense. It had great imagery and made me think of a scene right out of a scary movie. Great job!
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