The night was dark, and devilish, too,
when out of the night,
a scarecrow flew,
he landed at the corner of Scared and Brave,
shouted "Welcome All to the Halloween parade!
Linda Baie ©
I always look forward to hosting near Halloween. This year seems like a wonderful night will happen. Last year I was sad that it really didn't happen. I took some goodies to neighbor kids whom I know and they peeked through their door to wave, costumes on.
This year, the young boy next door showed me he had created a frightening cape with bloody streaks he had painted on himself! Big grin! It will be a fun night to see what everyone wears.
My poem mixes Halloween with my own undertone of politics and women's rights. I am inspired by those women who amuse us with their smiles and nods and then go ahead and do the right thing for all of us and do it with great skill.
On My Front Porch
Jill O’Lantern stared as she contrived
a contest with a skeleton just arrived,
envisioning the apathy of the fright
he would give to youngsters Halloween night.
She knew she’d given her life for this,
one ghostly night full of hair-raising bliss,
but also knew she had to think it through
as Bag O’ Bones rattled for his cue.
When given a breeze, his screaming yaw
and clacking bones would break the law
and scare the pants off every child,
making Jill’s grin seem too, too mild.
Bag O’Bones stooped to smile and greet,
whispering nothings that were not sweet,
knew he held an ace, a wily key
to win the shocking HATE trophy.
He’d carry it on to another place
leave without friends, without a trace.
Jill felt pleased to light her smile
till she was heaved to the compost pile,
joining friends with happy faces
partying on from the garden places.
Old Bag O’ Bones’ could do his feat
But Jill remained a grinning treat.
Linda Baie ©
Happy Halloween!