The Ghost...

Sorry for the lack of blips, been fighting off the worse jet leg to date and have barely left the house in a week. Tonight in an attempt to get some fresh air I went for a late night stroll with camera.
The other day Danny (age 11), Zebedee (age 10), Ruby (age 21) and myself(proper old) composed a short series of sinister Halloween poems.

The Ghost..

The ghost came out of the fireplace
It laughed and vanished without a trace
It was wearing silk and dangly lace
And also I saw that it had no face!
Once it had left I gave immediate chase
On the stairs we collided with deathly embrace
And now that ghost is wearing my face


Please see Ruby's post for more lovely grisly poems!