GloMoWriMo Day 13 Prompt is as follows:
‘Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way (possibly also like a witch? It depends on the witch, I guess!) Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.’
My response is to relate, in rhyme, a true story from my early days of courtship:
The Phantom Bridge
One day a lot of years ago
Girlfriend and I to river went,
And had a picnic there, you know,
Until the day was nearly spent.
My German Shepherd also came
To that old and deserted farm,
Joined freely in each little game,
For, there, could come to little harm.
We made a fire and cooked our meat,
While darkness we all slowly knew,
When suddenly, from warm retreat,
The atmosphere to alien grew.
I looked to river: saw a sight
That sent some shivers down my spine:
Something was crossing there that night,
That caused, from dog, a little whine.
I could this thing not clearly see;
As if through corner’f eye came through;
And then my girlfriend said to me
With trembling voice, ‘D’you see it, too?’
The dog was clearly petrified,
And we decided then to leave,
All car doors were now open wide,
As if departure to receive!
Dog on her lap the whole way back,
A-tremble; we were glad to get
To city lights; before, the lack
Was something we had wanted met.
But, over weeks we then discussed;
Decided the whole thing had been
Imagination, and we’d fussed
Smoke into something awful seen.
Her dad knew that whole area well,
One day she asked, quite casually,
If, on that bend, he could her tell,
There once had been a bridge to see?
‘That haunted farm? Tragic, my dear,
For all the dwellers met their end;
No bridge as such crossed there, but weir
Once spanned the river on that bend.’