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.
Ingrid Wilson
JAN/FEB 2021 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
I am a poet and writer who has had my work published at Free Verse Revolution and in the Anthology 'Poetry in the Time of Coronavirus, Volume Two.' I am working on my first novel, as well as a collection of poems and a travel journal of my life in Slovenia. You can read more of my work at my website - Experiments in Fiction.
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