Saturday, October 31, 2009

CLII - On the night called Hallowed Eve

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One of many fabulous photos at Dan Felstead's site.


On the night called Hallowed Eve.

At the end of October, late at night,
The spirits of the dead arise in flight.
Howling like banshees under a curse, a curse,
On the night called Hallowed Eve.

Ghosts come out, inviting our stares
As they rattle chains and shimmer on stairs.
No wind has the power to make them disperse, disperse,
On the night called Hallowed Eve.

And the vampires are there, as you would think,
They're flying around in search of a drink.
They've been dead a while and have quite a thirst, a thirst,
On the night called Hallowed Eve.

Like bundles of laundry, they rise from the tombs
And lumber along dodging witches on brooms.
No mistaking these mummies for a wet nurse, wet nurse,
On the night called Hallowed Eve.

They fly on brooms with scungy cats
Dragging behind a trail of black bats
The ones with red eyes are considered the worst, the worst,
On the night called Hallowed Eve.

And then, of course, come the walking dead,
They can walk through walls, or so it is said,
The zombies are just bodies in search of a hearse, a hearse,
On the night called Hallowed Eve.

The night is filled with so much commotion,
Of ghouls and ghosts, of spells and potions.
Inside we're eating food 'til we burst, we burst,
On the night called Hallowed Eve.

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© J Cosmo Newbery
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10 comments:

  1. Brilliant as usual dear J Cosmo and a great photo from Dan Felstead. ★ ☾ ☠ ♥

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  2. Excellent...I love the double words that all rhyme.

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  3. Really delightful and fecundly frightful, the ease when you tease these gems from your pen.

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  4. J...it is obvious that over the last few months..you have not lost your touch! Thanks for using my photo...I am honored!

    Dan

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  5. True enough it seems, the magical portion
    Is sugar, I think, more than scary emotion,
    (plus after dinner, the deserts! The deserts!)
    On the night called Hallowed Eve...

    But, boy oh boy, the day after!
    Not filled with anywhere near the laughter!
    Make the room stop sinning, I'm gone be sick! Be Sick!
    On the morning after Hallowed Eve.
    On that morning after Hallowed Eve.

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  6. Love it! Especially the mummies who are like 'bundles of laundry'...

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  7. Boneman: I want a room where they don't stop sinning!

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  8. Boneman and J...your comments both made my day!

    Dan

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