The Pumpkin Dragon

Through triangle eyes

He glared at the night

He stared at the night

He dared the night


To try and break through

His stalwart candlelight

He had read

Of a serpent

On a medieval page

Who loathed all pumpkins

And in a serpentine rage

Would crush the life

From innocent gourds

Leaving pieces scattered about

For the rampaging hordes

latin dragon medieval

He heard the leaves rustle


And break

Oh no! It was that

Evil and Ancient old snake!


It wrapped round his midriff

And he started to shake

He found it surprisingly fuzzy

For a centuries old snake

And in that moment

As it started to lean

He realized it was only Dummy

Dressed up for Hallowe’en!

Happy Hallowe’en

From Sammy

And Zeus

Medieval Pumpkin Dragon ~ Ink and metallic watercolor, 11×9 inches

My rather shabby Latin reads “Beware the Pumpkin Dragon ~ It will eat your Eyes ~ Your Heart ~ And steal your breath ~ Beware!

©Virginia Spencer,, 2017


The Cage, the Clown and the Curse

Hanging in an iron cage

Above the weathered path

Was a smirking scowling

Absurdly demented

 Grinning psychopath

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Come here he said

With a sharp toothed smile

And let me tell you a tale

Of horror and gore

And murder and more

And such that will make you pale


Oh you macabre mime

With your twisted old rhyme

You do not scare me at all

Stuck there in your cage

With your lonely dark rage

You’ll be dead by the end of the fall


But he mocked me with glee

For on All Hallows Eve

When the shadows rode low on the ground

That evil old clown

One magic trick he had found

To free him precipitously


He cast on me

A vermilion curse

As he cackled over the boos of the hoard

To my utter dismay

I was now in his cage

And I had transformed into a gourd!


The last that I saw him

That gruesome old fool

He was dancing in the dying leaves

Cackling, spiteful

Insanely delightful


Happy Halloween!

scary clown costume Halloween.


©Virginia Spencer,, 2016

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The Ghoul

Slowly, drifting
Moaning, wailing
The ghoul
Appeared in the sky.
With his face corroding
The beast
It would not die

floating ghost blog halloween.
In the garden waiting
Flashed his knife
With his courage fading
His wooden limbs
He would fight for his life

dummy halloween pumpkin scary.
The ghoul it crept
To our hero inept
As a skeleton
Cried from the ground
A gargoyle leered
The pumpkins they feared
That the beast would win this round
But as the ghoul soared
Dummy jumped on the gourd
And sank his knife deep into its chest
The ghoul cried “Boo Hoo!”
‘Cause he knew he was through.
Though he had given it his very best

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The beast
It went to his grave so green
Shouting to all who could hear

You’re all so mean!

But Happy Hallowe’en.

Ghost in the tree small

I’ll see you again next year!



©Virginia Spencer,, 2015


Happy Halloween!

In a malevolent chilling dance

The wind, it leapt and tore

Through the broken greying rows

It pushed on the old tomb door.




The skeletons inside, they cheered

For freedom they did want

They dreamed of stretching their thin bones

And of the souls that they would haunt


An iron mouse, it raised its head

A shiver went down its spine

But Dummy who was dressed as a ghost

Said “Oh Pal, it’ll be just fine!”


He went to the pumpkin patch with the mouse

And shrieked a ghostly “Boo!”

The skeletons, they looked aghast

And stuttered “W-who are you?”


“I am a wicked scary ghost!”

“I’ve come to steal your bones!’

“Oh no! We need them!” they all sobbed

With great big racking moans


They ran to the safety of their tomb

Locking the door, crying “You are mean!”

To the iron mouse, Dummy bowed

And said “Happy Halloween!”





©Virginia Spencer,, 2014

The Headless Dummy

pumpkindummy2©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.


It was a dark and dismal All Hallow’s Eve

And the moon was hanging low

The wind’s icy touch reached through the trees

To a young soldier on the path below


He did not heed its warning

He spurred his stallion on

For he was to meet his sweet love

By the old stone mill pond


But she was a witch of evil intent

Who wanted General Washington’s plan

Traitors and she had conspired

To torture the soldier man


He saw her in the moonlight

Not noticing her vicious sneer

But as his horse drew closer

The moon’s rays made her evil clear


Alas it was oh too late

They had circled him fore and aft

The last sound that the soldier heard

Was the witch’s cackling laugh


And even though his body was ripped and torn

A bloodied welted mass

He would not give up the plan

To that scheming awful lass


And in her rage and fury

She wished the soldier dead

And with a shining silver knife

She severed off his head


She laughed as into the pond it went

She shrieked out a curse

“Your broken body will walk again

For your head, you will always search”


And with this awful epithet

They tossed him into a narrow hole

They spit and danced upon the upturned dirt

To hell, they condemned his soul


And on the next All Hallow’s Eve

When the moon was hanging low

The winds icy touch reached through the trees

To the shallow grave below


And in the light of the morning sun

At the old witch’s homestead

They found her jack-o-lantern missing

Replaced with her bloodless head


And still on an All Hallow’s Eve

When the moon is hanging low

A pumpkin grins atop a dummy

That lost its head long ago


And if you should ever cross this dark valley

And your soul fills with dread

Be wise my friends and do not dally

Or you, too, could lose your head


pumpkindummy©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013.

Happy Halloween!


In tribute to Mr. Washington Irving, 1783-1859


©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013

The Mummy…ooo scary…

The Dummy Mummy

A Poem

(with my sincerest apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)

Once upon a midnight dreary

Came a Mummy alone and weary

Stumbling! Mumbling! Wailing! Flailing!

Into my chambers he came sailing

“Oh Mummy!” spoke I, of days of yore

When I had first bought him from the store

His wooden limbs in the past did glisten

His head it tilted as he did listen

But now how the silken sadness of his wrapping

Was fluttering, flitting, ghastly, trapping

A young Dummy so sad his passing

And my sorrow was evermore


“Mummy!” cried I “Why do you walk!?!”

“Mummy” implored I ” Please, do talk!”

“Tell this soul with sorrow laden

With it’s drawings ever fading

Shall I ever see the Dummy I adore.”

Quoth the Mummy “Nevermore.”


Onto the floor I fell with a shriek

And through his bandages he did peek

And as I cried “Alas and Alack!!”

His wrapped phalanges patted my back

And he mumbled “What a Drama Queen..”

Then the Mummy loudly quothed

“Happy Hallowe’en!”



No drawing dummies were injured in the making of this post.

Though he did fall off the railing into the dog’s bowl of water and was slightly grossed out…



Please Note:

Not only can I not see the advertising put on this blog by WordPress, which I think is pretty tacky of them, none of the products advertised are recommended by myself, Dummy, Sampson, the Purple Dog or any of the other various creatures that have made their way here…


©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2012