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October's Halloween Night

written by: Soulla Christodoulou



The night echoed with cackling witches and swishing broomsticks
As families huddled under blankets afraid to watch spooky flicks
Of gooey green liquid and magic hexes and spells
Of fire and ghouls and red-hot burning hells
The moon shone, an ever watchful eerie disc in the sky
Following every movement from way up high
Teenagers donned their indigo capes and scarlet lips
Pointy hats on heads as flowing black skirts swayed on their hips
A hooting night owl breaks the eerie silence
A black cat slinks on padded paws, a creaking fence
Grey misty smoke rises from the distant fields
While imaginary monsters and trolls wait with their shields
There are trick or treat pranks and silly songs and jokes
With baited breath the youths await expecting a hoax
But it’s neither surreal nor real, with a chill and a fright
Because tonight is October’s Halloween night

Soulla Christodoulou

Soulla Christodoulou

Born in London to Greek Cypriot parents Soulla Christodoulou spent much of her childhood living carefree days full of family, school and friends. She was the first in her family to go to university and studied BA Hotel & Catering Management at Portsmouth University. Years later, after having a family of her own she studied again at Middlesex University and has a PGCE in Business Studies and an MA in Education.
When asked, she will tell you she has always, somewhere on a subconscious level, wanted to write and her life’s experiences both personal and professional have played a huge part in bringing her to where she was always meant to be; writing books and drinking lots of cinnamon and clove tea!
She also has a poetry collection, Sunshine after Rain, published on Amazon and is releasing her second novel, The Summer Will Come in March 2018.
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