Scratch! More Poetry

A ghostly chorus sings
And spooks float by on puffs of air
All is wild and wet and cold
The old wells up, a child of thrall
Back arched tall, mouth keened wide
Tide of the E'en Hallowed by all, marched the attack!

~Submitted by anonymous

Sashimi: Sushi, this one looks like yours.

Sushi: Yes. Clearly, the author intended a Halloween theme, though he or she submitted it a little late.

Ella: Damn humans, can't read the calendar.

Sushi: Ella, hush. It's not your turn.

Ella: Whatever. I'm going back to the heater.

Sushi: I like the last four lines, the way the rhyme cascades from front to back, leaving it free verse while the internal connections are strong, yet subtle.

Sashimi: So you're not going to shred it?

Sushi: Patience, sister mine. I think the author wrote the first two lines while trying to figure out what the poem should be, then either forgot to cut them at the end, or simply settled, thinking they were good enough to pass. They're not. Continuity is important, even in free verse. I'll let the final four lines stand, but the first two end here and now.

Sashimi: SHRED!!!!