Monochrome Monday – 3.11.25
13 Days of Samhain – Vol. 6
In 2025, I once again participated in Sammi’s “13 Days of Samhain.
As always, Sammi provided some spooky-licious prompts and I have collated all my responses below…
Day 1 – haiku 20.10
Day 2 – tanka 21.10
Day 3 – Things that stir at night (a list poem)
Day 4 – The Ferryman
Day 5 – To Hell in a Handbasket
Day 6 – Is There Anybody There?
Day 7 – haiku 26.10
Day 8 – A grave sin (tanka)
Day 9 – Crossroads
Day 10 – Forewarned is forearmed
Day 11 – Be-Witched
Day 12 – The Wild Hunt
Day 13 – haiku 1.11
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6
haiku 1.11
day of reckoning
shadows tally what was done
reckoning the day
By Sarah ©2025
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 13
The Wild Hunt
They ride where the wind unthreads its scream.
Through root and bone.
Through mortal dream.
Hells hounds are shadow.
Their horns aflame.
No soul is safe,
that hears their name.
Oak limbs glow,
the moon turns pale.
The riders surge
through sleet and hail.
Coming for oath-breakers;
the sleepers, the sly.
Those who wander
as spirits fly.
So bolt your doors.
The tempest stars.
Keep fire lit,
and guard your heart.
For if you meet this ghostly throng,
you’ll ride with them…
before too long.
By Sarah ©2025
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 12
Be-Witched
How to be a witch:
– Stir moonlight into tea.
– Keep secrets in jars and herbs by the window.
– Learn the language of cats.
– Collect whispers from old trees.
– Never fear the dark (it’s where your power grows).
– Write wishes on bay leaves.
– Grind the night to powder.
– Let your blood remember flames.
– Light no fire you can’t control.
– Draw your circle, toss the salt and watch the smoke.
– Bind your fear in thread.
– Know every shadow by name.
– Let the wind braid your hair.
– Walk barefoot through your thoughts.
– Laugh with the ghosts and scream with storms.
– And always love fiercely…
(then disappear once you’re done)
By Sarah ©2025
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 11
Forewarned is Forearmed
The candle gutters.
Shadows creep.
Names are whispered
from the deep.
Knocking comes
from where none should.
The air turns cold,
Something unseen, stood.
You think you’re safe.
But you’re not.
The ink still bleeds
where fate was wrought.
The clouds roll in
with quiet dread.
Whispers circle
what lies ahead.
Polish the steel.
Prepare the sword.
The truth cuts deeper
when ignored.
Now only still is
where storms swarmed.
It seems after all,
forewarned… is forewarned.
By Sarah ©2025
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 10
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Crossroads
At every fork, the signs are blurred.
Half-truths found in dust I stirred.
My compass cracked, the needle burns.
Dead right? Or dead wrong turn?
The road hums low, a ghostly hymn.
The daylight fades, horizons dim.
Choices echo, and I learn…
all roads are dead right, until they turn.
By Sarah ©2025
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 9
A grave sin (tanka)
Stone marks what I did.
Earth closes fast ’round the shame.
Roots keep the secret.
Rain pours, but can’t wash me clean.
The worms are kinder than God.
By Sarah ©2025
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 8
Monochrome Monday – 27.10.25
haiku 26.10
Kill or cure, the vow.
Black roots steep in boiling pot.
The grave waits, either way…
By Sarah ©2025
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 7
Is There Anybody There?
Is there anybody there?” said the Traveller,
knocking on the moonlit door.*
My knock returns unanswered.
The door sighs where the paint has peeled to ghosts of former colours.
A hush leans closer to listen,
as the wind howls names of those lost beyond the veil…
By Sarah ©2025
* opening lime taken from Walter de la Mare’s haunting poem, “The Listeners.”
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 6
Spin-ster
In a dusty corner,
he waits.
Silk tuxedo gleaming.
Toasting silence.
Threading solitude
instead of love.
A bachelor spider.
By Sarah © 2025
Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt: bachelor (19 words)
To Hell in a Handbasket
She had woven the basket by hand.
From willow root and a command.
At moon’s first rise,
shadows slipped inside
to carry lost souls from this land…
By Sarah ©2025
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 5
The Ferryman
Two coins pay, a soul to keep.
He sails the waters dark and deep.
No lantern burns, no stars align.
The current pulls just endless time.
He hums a song with dead recall.
And never ever, looks back at all.
By Sarah ©2025
Sammi Scribbles: 13 Days of Samhain, Vol. 6 – Day 4
By Sarah 