halloween escapade

the lid slide off

the zombies zoomed out
many ghouls were about

they twitched to booming jazz

keeping folk at bay
it was their holiday

bones rattled

shrieks howled
smelt fouled

nothing stopped their fun

it was odd balls night out
danced shrieked and shout

as the sun rose

they slide back in
being sighted was a sin

only partied once a year

dVerse OLN on Halloween, Linda

 

28 comments

  1. “Midnight is the ghosts’ high noon.”

    The effect is particularly bracing in the North (-ern Hemisphere, that is). as the chill rattles our very souls and the shadows creep, flowing mysteries.

    Your poem captures that essence brilliantly, Kate. An impressive feat for someone living where Halloween is a spring holiday.

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  2. A party at the cemetery? I had a lot of fun. I am not afraid of ghosts but bad people. Only they can hurt, so I’m happy on Halloween. Well done for the great idea, you wrote an interesting poem on the subject.

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  3. I really enjoyed this poem Kate……..I love this time of year, all the dressing up and fun times (even though I usually don’t participate) and I could imagine all the creatures playing around and enjoying “their day” ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. Itโ€™s my party
    and Iโ€™ll die if I want to
    die if I want to
    die if I want to โ€”
    you would die too
    if it happened to you.
    Me and my friend Leslie are just singing along with your party.
    Party on Kate! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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    • maybe an annual party should be compulsory … there are some crusty old librarians that seldom venture out, this would ensure they had some healthy socialisation ๐Ÿ™‚

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