I’m not a fan of autumn. Halloween is not a favorite holiday. But over 10 years ago I wrote this poem on a pumpkin.
A Halloween Nightmare
You’re one step away from the doorstep.
You take that step and suddenly—
You’re in a dark, forbidding forest.
Branches wave in the frigid wind.
They look like fingers reaching—
Reaching to tear life from you.
It grows darker and colder.
The forest is lit by only the white moon.
A high, sharp cackle fills the air.
You shiver and turn about.
Where am I, you wonder.
An eerie silence falls.
Then a howl breaks that silence.
A shriek fills the air to your right.
You turn and see bats flying up.
A drop like rain hits your face.
You wipe it off.
A drop of scarlet blood.
And awaken from the nightmare.
Please proceed to…
Over 10 years ago, I didn’t care for Halloween. Reading this poem now, I’m not sure I actually understand it. But this year I’m dressing up 2 toddlers as Link and Rapunzel and taking them to their third Halloween event. What about you?
Help…drowning in candy and cavities…
Happy Halloween, everyone!