Almost There

In fourteen days

It’s Halloween

and all of the Crows will fly

into the night

among the graves

the ruined ones, the tended ones,

the secret ones

unmarked but not forgotten.

 

The Crows

will ferry the dead

with dark care

one by one

silent against the night

until they reach our homes.

 

Will you answer

I wonder

if one tries you locks

and gently knocks

upon your windows ands doors?

No. Don’t Do It Anita!!!!

I think this year for Halloween

I will not be dreary, dark or mean.

I think this year

I will

try to have fun

I’ll bake some cookies, carve some pumpkins

and only hang glittery, family friendly  decorations.

 

I think this year for Halloween

I will not raise the dead,

curse the living

or cut off anybody’s head.

 

I think this year for Halloween

I’ll be like everyone else

who lives on my street.

I will be a folksy

 conservative and quiet in both thought and deed

because nothing is as terrifying

as  being normal

to me.

Daily Addictions Prompt: Contribute

Forever Midnight

Have you ever tasted Halloween

with the tip of  your tongue?

Tasted like pennies and burnt sugar

caramel,

thick and sweet sliding down your throat like warm blood.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Have you seen Halloween

from the corner of your eye

it moved like a cat,  black as midnight

where does it hide until you walk by alone

with nothing but the shadows to see your home?

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Meet Halloween

shake it’s hand,

take it’s hand

in your own

pale as death

lonely as dusty bones

dreaming  where it is forever midnight

inside a ruined tomb.

Meet Halloween

tonight if you will.

It’s been waiting  so long

for you.

October Promises

Poetry, Day Eight: Pleasure

From the tantalizing to the satisfyingly sober, have your poem convey a sense of pleasure today. Imbue it with joy, glee, and profound contentment — or, if you wish to keep it dark, write about the lack of or longing for pleasure in your life.

William Trost Richards

William Trost Richards

The Clunk of a chain

whispers, cries, please

the sweet scent of caramels

Halloween

 

The snap of a twig

the rustles of leaves

bones rattling from the behind you

Halloween

 

Shadows with cold hands

shadows with teeth

hiding behind you, above you, inside of you

Halloween

 

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