Writerly friends, my family has two camps re: the ghost thing. Some of us believe. Some of us don't. The believers find it impossible to wake the skeptics when a vision skimpily clad in reality appears to us in the middle of the night.
|You can take a ghost tour in my home town,|
old Ellicott City.
This happened (really):
The Old Hotel
by Laura Shovan
There was a cackle in the hall,
a creak, a heavy footstep fall
that night we spent in Montreal.
My mother said, “An old hotel!
Haunted, but we might as well
enjoy the spooky clientele.”
And that is when she passed out cold,
leaving me, more shy than bold,
to watch the long, long night unfold.
I fell asleep, and it was dark
as black cat’s fur when some odd spark
or shimmer caused me to remark,
“Are you awake?” for standing near
my mother’s bed, a woman sheer
as smoke had not yet disappeared.
I am entering "The Old Hotel" in Susanna Leonard Hill's Halloweensie writing contest. The rules are simple: child appropriate, 100 words, must include "black cat," "cackle," and "spooky" in the text. Deadline is 10/31, natch.
Give it a go!
I have one other poem about the other side. It was part of the Poetry Postcard Series, and includes a ghostly photograph from Williamsburg, VA. You'll see a close-up of the ghost (a little girl) at this post.
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Sadly, black cats are at risk of abuse on Halloween.
I won't be able to sleep tonight if my old house creaks and groans!
I enjoyed reading this.
Very spooky...love the poem.. :)
Thanks for stopping by Grannymar and Catherine. I'm so glad you liked the poem. Believe me -- the real event was much spookier than the poem describes. (A woman in white, her hair up, fading into a wall.)
Whoah...I love this poem, Laura. Really really nice...and spooky, too. I've always been fascinated by ghosts and ghost stories, so would love to hear more about your encounters some day. Good luck in the Halloweensie contest!
I'm putting on my hat - so that I can take it off to you, Laura! Oh my goodness - this story is fantastic...meter perfect...terrific subject---great tension...beautiful language. I'm thrilled to meet you via Susanna's Halloweensie Contest.:)
I believe this poem is terrific!
Oh, wow, Laura. This IS spooky! Love the poem. Excellent job!
I loved this. I am familiar with Jamestown since I once lived in the seven cities. Thanks for sharing.
Wow! This is truly spooky! Even more so because it really happened! And so beautifully written!!! I'm so glad you found the contest and entered! Thanks for joining in!
Thanks for the kind words, everyone. It's great to have so many visitors stopping by from the Halloweensies gang. Kerry, we'll have to talk!
Thanks, Vivian, Donna and Cheryl!
Jackie -- I hope you followed the link to view that spooky photo I took in Williamsburg.
Susanna -- thanks again for a great prompt! I hadn't realized that I wanted to write about this.
Wonderfully spooky! I really enjoyed reading it.
What a wonderfully spooky story in such lovely poetry!
Deliciously spooky and eerie -- and so well written! Shiveringly fascinating to know it's based on a real occurrence. So glad you joined us in the contest.
Very eerie. Like I need to find a funny Halloweensie story so I can go to bed eerie!
A great poem that tells a great story!
What a creepy scene. I'm glad I'm reading this in the morning!
I'm so glad that this poem is spooking everyone, so we can enjoy the tingling fears together. FYI readers -- there's a MG book giveaway on my new post. Check it out!
This is a great Halloween story!
I so enjoyed this poem inspired by the other side! Well done to both you and your ghostly muse. (Those Williamsburg photos are pretty freaky.)
Very creepy and I love the triple rhymes - that's hard to pull off and you did it well, and told a great story too. Nice work, Laura!
Just right, Laura. I stayed in one of our Colorado haunted hotels with my students. The hotel even had a notebook of what sightings in which rooms! Some students were not amused & claimed they didn't sleep a wink! Great poem, wouldn't it be something to see that shimmer?
Very spooky--and a good rhyme, too!
I love this poem! And I love that it was a real story :) You constantly amaze me with your talents!!
I believe, I believe This is wonderfully spooky!
I enjoy your poem. It reminded me of an old house we bought. It had an unheated front porch. A few days after we moved in, ice crystals formed on one of the window panes. The ice looked just like an old man (the one who died in the house)was peering in.
Spooky and gorgeous, Laura. Love the mood and rhyme scheme and clever rhymes themselves. I can relate to this - I'm sure the house I grew up in was haunted, and I KNOW the summer theater I worked in was. Shudder.
A really weird experience, and well used in this context!
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