The Eerie Little House Comments

Wandering lonely through the forest track, An eerie little house, I saw. Its tiled roof and tall chimney, Peered through the foliage of leaves. Pacing down a dark ravine, I found myself before a latched gate, With a creaking sound, the latch gave way, Letting me into a dilapidated house.......fantastic beginning with an insightful mind. The inscription is so captivating. Beautiful poem really. Visited time and again..

A nightmare was already so eerie, the words woven made it more so scary, a lovely write though scary.

A heart touching depiction on a terrible nightmare has been made astutely and incisively by you dear madam. The penmanship is too nice and touching. Getting from sleep you find yourself below the cot. It may be cited.... Ohhh! I screamed a terrible scream, And found myself lying below my cot! ! Beautiful poem.Thanks.

What a terrible bone shaking nightmare scarily peened so well I felt goosebumps. Bad dreams can seem so frighteningly realistic that makes you wonder when you wake if it was some message or some horrible past life experience. Perhaps it is our inner consciousness giving a clear warning to us or the need to address our fears. Superb write that makes you feel like you were really there.

What marvelous suspense!

It stood aloof! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

“An eerie little house, I saw.” ……I like how you changed the ‘normal’ order of the words/phrases. “Pacing down a dark ravine, “ “It stood aloof on a small hillock.” yeah, I guess a small hillock could be down a small ravine. why not? [and by definition (I checked) , a “hillock” is a ‘small hill’ or somethin’ in biology, so I guess the hillock was VERY small! ] : ) :) “Shadows moved like snakes curling” …..like it! what was your cot doing in the terrible man’s house? was he there, under the cot, with you? lots of nice descriptions! ! to MyPoemList also. I’m glad to see this type of poem (scary?) from you. bri :) p.s. i see below that Loke Kok Yee is a baby! ;)

A nightmare well narrated. (10)

I was halfway through your poem and my body was getting cold, my hairs were standing on end and I wondered how you can take such fright. You build up the suspense so smoothly and well. Thank you Valsa.-10

Haha. Eerie and suspense filled indeed.

Who can stand before Valsa, when she starts describing whatever it may be.

I thought like setting fire on the eerie little house and fighting the phantom of the man there for getting into the act of sucking the blood of my favourite poet! Ah it was just a dream of yours! Congratulations Ms Valsa for remembering the whole ordeal.. Many of us cannot recollect like this though many times such ghosts prowl around us in the dark,