It’s Halloween
written by: Ingrid Wilson
@Experimentsinfc
A fire crackles in the grate,
a witch cackles, the wind swings open the cemetery gate.
It’s Halloween, and yet
there is no cry as monstrous
as the roar of wildfire burning up the earth,
there is no witches’ brew as bitter
as the toxic sludge and algal blooms
we pour into our water,
no curse as potent as the one
we’ve placed upon ourselves,
no spell to break it, no magic that
will fill the empty shelves
or house the displaced billions when the oceans, swelling, rise:
it’s Halloween, a true fright night but please
don’t close your eyes.
JAN/FEB 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ingrid is a writer and independent publisher via her publishing house Experiments in Fiction. She published Amazon-bestselling poetry anthology 'Wounds I Healed' in June 2022, and is to publish the first solo poetry collection by Jeff Flesch, 'Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow,' on 1 September 2022. Her own work has been published widely both online and in print, and she was nominated for Spillwords Author of the Year 2021. You can find out more about her work and publishing activities at her website - Experiments in Fiction.
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