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All Hallows Eve

written by: Nelson Brooks



Goblins and Ghoulies, freaks and fiends,
tasteless arrangements clothe toddlers and teens,
tricksters and treaters, swindlers and swine,
souls lost for finding, blood-red like wine.

Werewolves and witches, Frankenstein’s toy,
bolts tightened sharply, transforming the boy,
ghosts flutter by on a blanket of air,
pumpkins lit brightly with candles that glare.

Dark of the night as the witching hour nears,
children now soften with deep rising fears,
finally scurrying back to their nests,
waiting a year for their next courage test.

Nelson Brooks

Nelson Brooks

In June 2016 I published my first Novel, Rules for a born again bachelor about re-entering the data scene after a divorce. A second novel is completed and is seeking an agent but this time it's murder. The third novel is being edited and this one is a bank robbery. But the novels are only the latest in a long line of creative expression from over 20 years of poetry and more recently articles for the Analogies project and a blog on horse racing. Nelson by day works in London and commutes from Sussex, the journey between is when he finds some of his most productive writing time.
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