Ol' Halloween, poetry by Sharon Wilson at Spillwords.com

Ol’ Halloween

Ol’ Halloween

written by: Sharon Wilson

 

Night has fallen swift and silent
snatching the daytime like a thief.
Tiny stars are diamonds
dotted in the inky sky above,
how they glisten!
A chilly mist moves across the darkness.
Out of the mist the tap, tap of footfall resounds
– children are trick or treating
their tread ever so light and playful
as they bundle up garden paths,
a gaggle of woolly hats and scarves.
Doorbells jingle and jangle and echo in the cold, cold night.

Somewhere in the distance a jack-o-lantern appears
eyes ablaze, jeering spookily …
And in the dead of night
whilst all the small children are asleep
shadows slope across the empty streets
roaming this way and that way
calling out and sneering.
From nowhere a black cat appears
then slinks and slivers into the netherworld.
And at sunrise all the lost, lonely souls disappear
– until the next halloween…

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