I wanted to submit this to a Halloween poetry contest but never got enough feedback to be satisfied, so I didn't. Tell me what you think (creative criticism, please!) Jalestone Dark is its gait as it creeps into town. Silent and still, it waits underground. Needles for teeth and wires for hair Flecks of ginger flames in its glare. Specks of blood still on its face Remains from the six children it ate. Nails sharper than his storybook foe Jabberwocky’s, faster they grow. They tap, tap, tap… Waiting… Besides it is a haven. Inside contains a midnight raven. The beat words’ growl into its ear Out the bird flies into night clear. Around the town it circles thrice While button eyes look precise. For the next victim for the Jalestone. Spots a girl playing alone Everyone’s distracted no one around. The raven caws a most precarious sound. Cries, “Jalestone, arise! Waiting you despise But wait no longer!” The girl looks below her While the ground quakes. The beast awakes. It lunges from beneath. Not quick on her feet It’s quicker, It’s slicker, She screams It snickers. Until there are no sounds at all… So all children are warned: Take heed when scorned For playing outside alone; Beware the Jalestone, Beware the Raven’s call As they move from house to hall. |