Into the Night - a Pictural Midnight Adventure - poetry

Poetry and photos

Photos and poetry by Jane Deegan

One night

just past midnight

I walked out the door

To explore

the moonlit night

Then I jumped in fright

when I saw my shadow

to the right

We sang a song

as we walked along

We walked past the park

and into the woods so dark

I saw an old house so broken

Then I heard these words spoken

“You better hide!”

So, I slowly stepped inside

I gasped and looked down the hall

This house was not broken at all

How deceiving

outer appearances can keep you from believing.

Winding stairs ahead

gave me a feeling of dread

So, I walked out the door

I didn't want to explore anymore.

I stepped outside

and to my surprise

I was on the street

in a quiet town

The old house was nowhere to be found

I wandered down street

There were no people I could meet

I wanted to go home

I had no idea how far I roamed

Was this a dream?

How real it seemed

I spotted the woods again

And a yard so familiar then.

I was home

The pages would be no longer blank

and I’d have my words to thank.

The places my mind goes

when my imagination flows.

Photos and poetry by Jane Deegan