October 4, 2013
Poem written in creative writing session with service users
Halloween
Orange sky like pumpkin pie,
I listened carefully and heard a cry,
Up above,
A trace of blood dripping from a ghoulish hood,
For one second I held my breath,
Anticipating a grisly death,
But out he walked all bold and black,
With what appeared to be a knife about to hack,
But when I looked I realised that it wasn’t that drastic,
For the knife he was holding appeared to be plastic!
Creative writing session Oct 2013