Across the moors a shriek of angst is heard
and see the moon that hides behind the clouds
as beasts are roaming through the woods and glades
and high above from hell the evil birds
imprint the menace of November words
of haunting darkness and of ghouls in crowds
of evil beasts with claws like razor blades
of humans shepherded in passive herds
Then hide inside and lock your sturdy doors
and brand those beasts that want to come for you
protect yourself by cooking up some heart
add garlic and some rotting meats of boar
invite them in to share some pork and brew
and let them suffer from your cooking art
Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came by Thomas Moran
Yesterday we wrote of ghosts and beasts with a little humour in it at dVerse. I felt like writing a Sonnet on this. So here you are, I share this on Poetry Pantry
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October 27, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
lol suffer from the cook, I guess it could beat a big giant hook
This is wonderful 😀
bwahaha…! – LOVE the final line! but seriously, Björn, this is one awesome sonnet – i deeply admire your facility with the form
Oh my! 😉
Great sonnet and theme Björn! The darkness of November is very palpable in your poem. I enjoyed reading your method for getting rid of beasts.
“cooking art”…brilliant. 🙂
I do think this would effectively keep the beasts away, Bjorn! Especially the rotting meat. Smiles!
Love the darker feel to this tale. A bit more serious with choice of formatting and twist of words. Enjoyed the image too–both the Browning poem and Dark Tower series by Stephen King being favorites of mine.
Always let the right ones in! (Nice enjambment, Mr. B., it keeps the suspense high!)
haha…ok…i prefer to have dinner out tonite…smiles… cool on writing a sonnet for the theme… really very cool
Great imagery. I like the stew.
Gorgeous Image, Beautiful Words!
hehe suffer from your cooking arts….smiles…nice…its funny we passed a sign on the way home where a restaurant was serving fried pig hearts today….
You cooked up a great one here Bjorn…!! Masterful.
I am an artless cook–but you my friend–artful!
So dark & haunting! Will sure keep the monsters away. Smiles 🙂 Well written sonnet 🙂
🙂 Wonderful.
Ha..ha…Iet them suffer then ~ Cool take on the form Bjorn ~
Happy Sunday ~
Well, you do write a good sonnet and this one was funny..get rid of the beast with food..lol..
Great! Thanks for the smile and the marvelous description of November from someone who undoubtedly knows its darkness well!
This is great!
I love the whole idea of November beasts……..your poem goes perfectly with the image you posted. Makes me think of Charles Lamb’s Roast Beast!
delightfully perfect for the hallow eve. and kudos on the structure as well, i find it wretchedly difficult to write poetry in any sort of format.
I like the idea to invite them to your dinner, surprise by cooking art! Cool! As sonet it sounds wow! never tried myself.
very cool…
Oh so very good Björn.
(It makes me wonder whether you have visited my neighbourhood…)
Anna :o]
Wow a real sonnet, Iambic pentameter and all . . . and a perfect prelude to Halloween. Do they celebrate Halloween in Italy?
I’m impressed with the whole tamale! good work, Bjorn.
Such darkness….love it!
lol!But what if they liked the cook instead-as their treat?;-)
Wonderfully written.