Death On The Couch!

Death On The Couch!

A Poem by Marie Harrison
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A story about sleeping in a spooky house!

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"Take us home now Grandma,
it's getting late!"
I was trying to persuade.
 
Fearing this place
of dust is where I would sleep.
 
Maude-Mae started dishing out
her gruesome horror stories
with peach pie and pink lemonade.
 
With deep-fried skill she homespun
her dreadful stories of deceit.
 
Eyeing my ivory rosary, she told of
the poor blonde Catholic girls
burned at the stake for showing
their rosaries and saying
their prayers next door
before going to bed.
 
My eyes grew large as saucers,
my heart was beating faster.
 
My bed was an over
stuffed leather couch,
I was wide awake
and ready for mourn
as others happily snored.
 
I kept watching the door
expecting the wrongfully 
crispy burned blonde girls to
seek my skin of alabaster.
 
Amongst the dust,
books and clutter,
the haunting shadows of
monsters and ghouls
soon appeared
with the gnarly shadows
of the old oak outside.
 
The pungent odor
of stale urine
and dead roses
made my head spin.
 
Unfamiliar to eating
dinner from a can,
any peace my stomach
had known before
had completely
disappeared now.
 
I was just getting settled
and drifting off to sleep,
soon I would surely win.
 
Suddenly,
there came a 
Bong! Bong! Bong! 
that shook me up
to my heart's core!
 
Maude's  towering
grandfather clock
made my anxious
heart flip and erupt
while I was prostrate
on her overstuffed couch.

© 2010 Marie Harrison


Author's Note

Marie Harrison
My grandmother used to go visit her bestfriend and often we would spend the night. I hated it. Maude Mae was quite a character. She was older at the time. I loved her stories and her. I just hated to spend the night. Her house was spooky to me.She was the best storyteller!

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Hey Marie, this was a lovely story and takes me back to my Grandmother and the nights I spent there in her house by the Ocean. Did your grandmother have Cats?
"The pungent odor
of stale urine
and dead roses
made my head spin." This is a wonderful memory, written nicely. It has a easy flow with vivid descriptions. I can see you sprawled out on that puffy leather couch waiting for the goblins to get you.

"With deep-fried skill she homespun
her dreadful stories of deceit.

Eyeing my ivory rosary, she told of
the poor blonde Catholic girls
burned at the stake for showing
their rosaries and saying
their prayers next door
before going to bed."

Very nice write sweetie.



Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Loved this a cracker of a hallowe'en story or a good one to be told around a campfire oe in front of a glowing, I said glowing not roaring fireplace you rock lady!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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My grandmother is a great storyteller...but the stories always seem to be the embarrassing ones about me. This was a great piece, Ms. Harrison.

Posted 8 Years Ago


awesome piece you have written ..loved the imagery in this alot ..spooky houses always help create the best stories ..great job ..enjoyed this alot !!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Hey Marie, this was a lovely story and takes me back to my Grandmother and the nights I spent there in her house by the Ocean. Did your grandmother have Cats?
"The pungent odor
of stale urine
and dead roses
made my head spin." This is a wonderful memory, written nicely. It has a easy flow with vivid descriptions. I can see you sprawled out on that puffy leather couch waiting for the goblins to get you.

"With deep-fried skill she homespun
her dreadful stories of deceit.

Eyeing my ivory rosary, she told of
the poor blonde Catholic girls
burned at the stake for showing
their rosaries and saying
their prayers next door
before going to bed."

Very nice write sweetie.



Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This put so many images in my head. Great writing. Very imaginative and powerful. I like.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on September 4, 2010
Last Updated on September 4, 2010
Tags: Spooky, Horror, Storytelling, Imagination, Childhood

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Marie Harrison
Marie Harrison

Atlanta, GA



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