Macabre Barbra

As a Postie I got this idea for this poem when delivering post to a woman i never saw but i knew she lived in the house.

The creepy lady that nobody knew

Spent all her life in solitude

This little old spinster loved all things

That made a normal person cringe.

Macabre Barbra as she was known

Was the strangest lady with a stranger home

The locals thought she wasn't right

Her curtains closed in broad daylight.

Her home was packed with deadly creatures

Skeleton bones and grisly features

The village would empty you'd see no-one about

When Macabre Barbra ventured out

The people were scared of what they feared

Then one day Barbra disappeared

The village rejoiced and then found peace

They all assumed she was deceased.

All convinced she was a witch

But It's wrong to believe in silly myths

Macabre Barbra's still around

She's still in the house safe and sound. 

Reviews

[Boldpen]

Very wonderful and interesting write.
It's flow was wonderful and yes... a little spooky.
Words were brilliantly spun.
Great work!