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| John Quidor, “The Headless Horseman Pursing Ichabod Crane” |
I lost my head through no fault of my own
just a case of being in the wrong place
alone at night when the moon is full blown
rising from the shadows seeking my face
riding my steed through the sleepless hills
holding a fiery pumpkin as my light
autumnal northern winds bring ghostly chills
Halloween night ripe with seasonal fright
galloping throughout the land of the dead
chasing strangers who go into the woods
for eternal rest, the quest is my head
be wary of thunderous thumping hooves
revenge is an evil force when untamed
especially, when one's head is unclaimed
dVerse Poetics - hosted by Merril
the challenge to write a poem about some version of the headless
horseman. It’s your chance to escape reality. Base your poem on one of
the folktales or create your own tale or urban legend.
thank you for your visit
What perfect flow and an entire story captured wonderfully in verse - Jae
ReplyDeleteExcellent capture of the plight of the headless horseman. Well done!!
ReplyDeleteI love the image of a fiery pumpkin as the rider's light. Cool.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a great tale, True .... seamlessly written and guaranteed to haunt my dreams tonight!
ReplyDeleteGreat Haloween story in verse
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I feel so sorry for the poor horseman now... I hope he finds his head one day
ReplyDeleteI love that you wrote from the standpoint of the headless horseman, Truedessa, and captured the whole story in your poem. These lines are so atmospheric:
ReplyDelete‘riding my steed through the sleepless hills
holding a fiery pumpkin as my light
autumnal northern winds bring ghostly chills’.
A perfect Halloween poem 🙌
ReplyDeleteThat was quite fun! Great rendition of the story.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful perspective and great imagery--and a lesson, too
ReplyDelete"revenge is an evil force when untamed"
Like Björn, I feel a bit sorry for this headless horseman, too.