ghoulish forms
rise from the swamp
at dusk
on halloween,
and they are not
alive nor dead–
but somewhere
in between.
they blindly grasp
at living things
to be
absorbed into,
and hopefully,
those living things
will not be
me or you.
–photo by me
“Tried my hand at Halloween Dinner.”
–Photo by me
one night of the year
we mask our fears by making
light of the darkness
–photo by me
it’s always too cold
threatening to snow
but off we go
kids in tow
costumes ill-fitting
little ones lagging
talking of quitting
shopping bags dragging
finally they fold
we got to go
it’s always too cold
threatening to snow
In the dead of the night,
When good folk are in bed,
The witches take flight
On their broomsticks instead,
And meet in moonlight
For the Feast of the Dead.
A dark night of dread,
But what does it mean?
When the living and dead
Have less curtain between!
Samhain, it is said,
Is now our Halloween.
michaeljordahl 