This tale is inked in white:
a pause,
a silent suite for paws and tail,
a breath of barrow-wights.
as sweet as apples-pie.
before a peal of kirk-bells
disturb your slumbered peace.
You peel your skin from itch
and from the grave-yard
comes a former belle, your past
and with rotting dentures calls,
while from below the groan
of corpses rising, grown from bones,
from fear.
You bawl in terror, howl, while
you dance in wiles of demon’s ball.
When suddenly awake
you realize your ails
are just resulting from
ales you drank last night.
And Still they won’t go by Francisco Goya
Today Lill challenge us with homophones at dVerse, I have tried to use a few in this little ditty. Pub opens very soon, come by and have fun.
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
🙂 Feels like you had fun with this one!
I had… very much so
Now that is a nightmare for the creepiest knights of all – rotting dentures – UGH! Well done my friend. I hope many have a ball with this prompt!
A ball of bawls.
oh, I can see you had fun with this, Björn! it’s right up your street – plenty of word play and some medieval darkness thrown in!
Actually I though more of Tim Burton’s movie “the corpse bride”
Now you’ve said it – yes!
So many giggles for this. I love it. 🙂
This my favorite:
“a silent suite for paws and tail, a breath of barrow-wights. as sweet as apples-pie. before a peal of kirk-bells” … But I liked a boy named Kirk when I was in school, so I’m making this mean something different in my head. 🙂
Ha… yes kirk is a great old word, but a name as well…
A very effective Halloween piece!
🙂
Ha! Love this, especially: “a breath of barrow-wights”
I think you are channeling some Poe here, too. Which I LOVE. Always.
Poe -tics for Halloween.
Cleaved, dark & fun, brother–and for some reason it was held back from me until the pub opened, throwing me into a small panic and flurry of writing. Yours has the taste of Burton, but the Bjorn shape & timbre.
Ha.. I was late writing… a little bit intense the last few days.
Ha, this is stupendous ❤️ love the play upon words 🙂 especially “You bawl in terror, howl, while you dance in wiles of demon’s ball.” Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
A witty take on nightmares.
Perfect post for the season AND the prompt. Wasn’t it fun?! And it seems you accomplished it with such ease.
Creepy and so, so good! Loved the homophones, and the rhythm as I read it! 🙂
I got a touch of eerie in this poem. And that’s a good thing. You’ve capture such a witty creation in this poem of yours. 🙂
This is a clever play of words and creepy fun in the end ~
from the grave-yard
comes a former belle, your past
and with rotting dentures calls,
while from below the groan
of corpses rising
Comes with dark and eerie sort of progress to give the chills.Very effective homophones!
Hank
omg….A BRILLIANT PLAY OF WORDS…and a laugh ….great!
Nice homophoneing, B.
What an interesting exercise – and one that I have never tried … though now, you have got me: intrigued.
I really enjoy it when you have fun!