written by: Robin McNamara
Demons howl and banshees screech
As the dead are alive again.
Little children with their sugar rush
Saying, “trick or treat?”
Michael Myers knocks on your door
It’s not really him is it? Maybe..
Twilight moon illuminates
decaying trees with branches
Pointing skywards accusingly
Towards the night time skies,
Full of witches on broomsticks.
The fear is near as a man quite grim
Begins to reap the dead harvest.
The haunting has begun on this
APRIL 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Robin McNamara is a widely published poet from Ireland. His debut pamphlet, Under a Mind’s Staircase was published with Hedgehog Poetry Press (2021). Recently nominated for the Pushcart Prize for ‘Apple Picking Season’ from Under a Mind’s Staircase. His first full collection, Monochrome Heart is due to be published in 2022.
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