Skull Roll, Please! In the “Spell Poem” Category…
First, we want to thank everyone who participated in our 2nd Annual Halloween Writing Contest. This year, we had over ninety submissions across the four categories, including submissions from both Yuba College and Andros Karperos Middle School students. You all made it very tough for us in every category, and we hope you’ll make it even tougher for us next year.
To read the winners and honorable mentions in our other categories, see:
- All Hallow’s Short Shorts: All the Zombies are Wearing Them
- Halloween Haiku Candy
- 13 Word Horror Story Tricks & Treats
And now, coveted by covens everywhere, the newest spell poems of the year.
Black Art of the Poet
I’m yearning for sleep
But try as I may
My mind won’t forget
What is due the next day
With the rise of the moon
The shadows on my face
I open my book
And my thoughts begin to race
There’s chills on my spine
Bumps on my skin
I know it’s ‘bout time
That I turn it all in
With a wing of a bat
The hair of a toad
An eye of a rat
I’m breaking this code
I throw in a gnat
A bug and a bee
A sprinkle of words
This is how it must be
In a whisper I chant
“To Be Or Not To Be,
Let The Raven come to thee
To walk The Road Not Taken
And to eat A Poison Tree
Come to me, Allan Poe and Emily Dickinson
For I must know
The secrets to be a pro”
-by Erendira Mendoza, Yuba College
Spell of a Dark Soul and Mind
One heart of a broken hearted woman fair,
A lock of a liar’s hair.
The eye of one truly tormented soul,
Then one lost dream inside a bowl.
Then you begin to mix all together with a bone,
This will set the perfect tone.
Then you will say:
What will this bind?
What will you find?
Then my body heaves in the weight of the dark moon light,
My demons of past come into sight.
I become rooted and melt into the dark,
The sky begins to bare the mark.
The watching murder takes off in a flurry of wings,
The little voices in my head have started to sing.
My inner self, my very soul,
Disintegrates before the final toll.
Nothing left but a blackened heart,
My inner voice begins to part.
Sucking the energy from the thick night air,
Leaving my mind nothing to bare.
So concludes the spell of a dark soul and mind,
What was it you thought you’d find?
–by Coryn Guynes, Yuba College
I need two.
Slime of frog when the moon is blue.
The very dirt he had stepped foot on,
With a lock of his fresh cut hair.
Now watch as I stir this spell,
Adding fish hooks inside as well.
Hear my words and listen carefully now.
You shall slowly die because you broke vows.
–by Jeng Xiong, Yuba College