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written by: Ian Fletcher



Trick or treat the kids say
as they wend their way
along the lamp lit streets
accosting those they meet
with their anodyne threat
while the pubs are packed
with revelers in fancy dress,
vampires, skeletons, zombies,
mocking death and darkness:
what harmless spooky fun!

Yet all party on unaware
of the creeping October mist
smothering the soft downs
that lie outside the town
obscuring the view
of the distant woods
which remain the same
as they would have been
two thousand years ago
when ancient Celts held
their festival of Samhain
for they knew what men
no longer know about
this dreadest of eves
when the Gates of Hell
are opened to pour out
ghouls and demons
that seek possession
of mortal souls above.

Ignorance is bliss it’s said
so is it I alone watching
these naïve merrymakers
cocooned in artificial light
who senses that out there
evil still walks the night?

Ian Fletcher

Ian Fletcher

Born and raised in Cardiff, Wales, Ian has an MA in English from Oxford University. He lives in Taiwan with his wife, two daughters and cat. He teaches English in a high school. He has had poems and short stories published in Duane’s PoeTree, Tuck Magazine, Best Poetry, The Ekphrastic Review, 1947 A Literary Journal, Spillwords Press, Dead Snakes, Your One Phone Call, Schlock! Webzine, Short-story.me, Literary Yard, Indian Periodical, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, Poems and Poetry, Friday Flash Fiction, The Drabble, and in various anthologies.
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