The Ahlbergs met while enrolled in a teacher training course at Sunderland Technical College and married in 1969. He worked as a teacher, postman, grave digger, soldier and plumber's mate before he became a full-time writer. This October Half Term Seven Stories are celebrating 35 years of Funnybones by Janet and Allan Ahlberg! Get dressed in your favourite spooky attire, create Halloween crafts in the Studio and join in with themed interactive story times everyday.Ĭhildren can also get ready to scare all of the their friends and family with spooky face painting on Thursday 29, Friday 30 and Saturday 31 October.Īllan Ahlberg was born in 1938 in South London, and grew up in the Black Country. And in the dark, dark cellar, some skeletons lived." Down the dark, dark staircase, there was a dark, dark cellar. In the dark, dark house, there was a dark, dark staircase. On the dark, dark street, there was a dark, dark house. In the dark, dark town, there was a dark, dark street. "On a dark, dark hill, there was a dark, dark town. We Can Feel Something Funny in our Bones. Which the wind waves, which the dew makes wet."Īnd not wake you rattling bone with bone.Home Blog We Can Feel Something Funny in our Bones. I loved you for life, but life has an end īut death mars all, which we cannot mend." That mine own only love shrinks from me with fright Here I feel warm and well-content and gay: My locks are uncurled with dripping drenching dew. With your golden hair all fallen below your kneeĪnd your face as white as snowdrops on the leaĪnd your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?" "Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me The wind was high and the clouds were dark Till he hollow'd a boat of the birchen bark "Welcome," he said, "my dear one's light!"Īnd the dim shore echoed for many a night Till he starting cried, from his dream awake Through many a fen where the serpent feedsĪnd near him the she-wolf stirr'd the brake Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp "They made her a grave, too cold and dampĪnd she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp I am burned with dread, I am dried and dead They have fooled the jailer with lying wordsĪnd the leader laughs low down in his throatĪnd the time will come when these shall dread We are friends of him whom you hold within He prayed his prayer and he swore his oath They'd charged him with the old, old crime So take a deep breath, steady your nerves, and then click on a poem of your choice.Īnd why, when I go through the shade you throw Scary Poems To Recite In The Darkīelow you will find 31 poems that are guaranteed to get Halloween off to a creepy and atmospheric start - as well as giving some of your listeners quite a start into the bargain! Let the words of each of the poems enthrall you, and let their suggestions of mysterious forces lurking in the darkness around you awaken those long suppressed primeval fears. When reciting these poems, it is suggested that you turn the lights down low - or, even better, switch them off altogether - and light a candle! Ensure that some suitably creepy music is playing softly in the background, and then start reading the poems aloud in a low, dramatic voice. There are poems about ghosts and witches, spirits and spectres, dead men coming back to avenge themselves upon the living, and numerous other nefarious and creepy scenarios. Poetry can make an excellent mood setter for your ghostly gatherings, and below you will find some really atmospheric and spooky poems to get your Halloween celebrations well and truly underway. Halloween is the perfect night to gather by the light of a lone candle, or to sit by the flickering flame of a log fire and conjure up creepy images of ghosties and ghoulies, long-leggetie beasties, and things that go bump in the night.
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