Mrs. Withstandley/ Miss Amendola

Writing Assignment

October 30, 2005

 

Topic:              Write a spooky poem.  Don’t forget, a poem has to make sense!  Just because it’s a less structured type of writing doesn’t mean it can be nonsense!  *NOTE* Due dates are different this week!

 

Plan:                Do you want it to rhyme?  Pick some key words first, and work from there.  See below for examples.  Do you want to write an acrostic poem with the word “Halloween” or “Fright” or “Scary” or “Candy”… any word related to Halloween that you would like.

 

Outline:           Don’t write a normal outline for this assignment. 

 

Draft:              Write it all out.  It should be at least half a page, if the lines are long, and one page if the lines are short. 

 

Revise and Edit:  This means more than check your spelling.  You should read it aloud and make sure your ideas flow and they are written in logical order.  Editing includes moving sentences, restructuring sentences or paragraphs, and checking for spelling.  Do this BEFORE you hand it in on Thursday.

 

Draft:              Write your first draft (due Tuesday). First drafts may be handwritten or typed.  Your first draft is due on Tuesday, October 31!

 

Revise and Edit:  Yes, do it again, taking into consideration any comments from your teacher.   

 

Write your final draft:  Final drafts must be typed in 12-font.  Your final draft is due Thursday.

 

 

(Anonymous)

Let's be spooky. Let's have fun.
We'll scare ourselves before we're done
with ghosts and goblins, winds that howl,
things that fly and things that prowl.
We'll talk about such creepy stuff,
until we all get scared enough
to hear the things we cannot see,
and see the things that just can't be.
Let's be spooky, you and me.

 

Halloween

Spooky poem, bloody ghoul,

Slinking black cats mewl,

In truth there is no rule,

For Halloween

The dressing up is done,

Little children scream and run

Spare the fear for not a one

On Halloween

There is candy to be had,

When the neighborhood goes mad

And myself, I’m rather glad

On Halloween

In the end, it’s not too much

Screaming, howling, chains and such

As long as there’s no touch

Of a scabby, bloody hand

On Halloween

 

The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe