Miss Havisham's Great Disappointment

A Victorian spirit, returning at night, 
 A ghostly visit, in wedding gown white. 
 Dirty and ripped, a frightening sight. 

 Moaning and crying, floating around, 
 The dining room table, she can always be found, 
 Looking for something, three-tiered and round. 

 Her dark broken heart, has turned to dust. 
 Left at the alter, promises lost. 
 Vengeance on men, she no longer trusts. 

Beware gentlemen, of Miss Havisham. 
 Brian, as well, beware of this femme. 
 In her sick mind, the males are all damned. 

 Set ablaze, her wedding attire, 
 Up in flames, her mansion hellfire, 
 Her ghostly figure, forever bemired.

Hope you had a fun Halloween.

Autumn Colours at the DV

I'm late in posting this subject, but some autumn colours from the DV could cheer up this grey and cold day. The autumn raspberries were big, beautiful and abundant compared to the summer crop. 

Below are some shots of my last blooms to offer their vibrant colours before the cold, wet and frosty days settled on our little town. Appropriate backdrop for Mis Havisham's Halloween apparition.