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Tale of Belinda Boo

Narrative Poem

By Saroyan ColesPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Tale of Belinda Boo
Photo by Sayan Ghosh on Unsplash

Belinda Boo,

made us have to move

Every time

this spryly spirit

threw a fit,

something moved

The curtains flew open,

The third stair treads

creeks

Belinda shrieks

to scare us all,

hoping we trip or fall—

The pots and pans

Regularly

Float out of the cupboard

Banging in time

with our spatulas

several wooden spoons

Moaning in tune!

Belinda Boo,

made us have to move

The planchette,

on my ouija board

broke in two!

The rug always rolled up!

like she was sticking

her tongue out!

12 o’clock, the midnight hour

Belinda began her light show

Flicker, surge, electrifying

light switch toggle

up and down

Belinda Boo,

made us have to move

Our last straw,

when she levitated

Our queen bed,

into the living-room!

performance poetry
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About the Creator

Saroyan Coles

I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.

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