SOL17: The Dare

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Today’s Little Ditty’s featured author challenged us to write a poem about a person, place, or thing which scared or spooked you as a child.

As a child, I was afraid of an old woman and her St. Bernand who lived in a house down the street from my house.  In my mind’s eye, this house was the grandeur of the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland.  I was convinced this woman was a witch and that she would cast spells on the neighborhood houses. (The lights would be out at night).

Recently, I shared this with my childhood friend.  She told me that before the house was torn down (after the woman’s death), she and her mother went inside and saw a pipe organ.  I now want to see if I can find a photo of the place.

The Dare 
 
An ancient 
house loomed on the hill. 
Iron fence, 
closed shutters. 
A wizened old lady hid 
in the dark doorway. 
 
My friends and 
 I dared each other: 
 dash up and 
 ring the bell. 
 Would she cast a spell on us? 
 I never found out. 
 
©jone rush macculloch, 2017 
 
 I am working on a revision and a bigger idea.
 
 

 

 

 

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3 Responses to SOL17: The Dare

  1. morencyclr@aol.com says:

    I love this! Your words evoke such vivid pictures 🙂

  2. mbhmaine says:

    Childhood memories are fertile fields indeed!

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