Howl Haunting Hoo Doo!
Blow at the Wind like you do.
Piercing Screams that go through
The Night, that Clings like New Dew,
Are the Soulful Songs that draw You
To the Fate that Lies before you.
Banshees, Ghouls, and VooDoo!
Howl away! Howl away dreaded Hoo Doo!
Of things that go bump in the night. Yes, this image did inspire two different poems. Why a second one? I had originally entered this photograph, with poem, in a contest, but had some problems with it, and I missed the deadline. Since I couldn’t enter the same one, I had to write a new poem for it. So, this is the second one. Which one do you like better?
This poem is an Octave
This format is written in Octaves, or Octrains (8 Lines stanzas), with several choices of meter and rhyme. For this poem, I chose to completely mono-rhyme it on a mixed meter.