I knock on the door,
who will be there?
Out comes a ghost —
a frightful scare!
The ghost has got me
in its spell —
no treats for me,
and what’s that smell?
The ghost’s cooking me
in a witch’s brew —
with eye of newt
and rats’ tails too!
The water’s bubbling
under my chin,
and the ghost gets a snake
and tips it in!
Oh no, oh no —
what can I do?
But it’s only a dream,
it’s all over — “Phew…”
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The shops are awash with spooky gear,
It must be nearing that time of the year.
When folks living in the northern hemisphere
Stock up on sweet treats but not reindeer!
Halloween is closing in fast,
That ancient Celtic festival from the past.
Samhain for the purist at heart,
Celebrating a healthy harvest is just the start.
Creating Jack O’Lanterns and dressing in disguise,
This keeps the old traditions very much alive.
But remember, when it is all said and done,
Halloween is a thin veil where you could become undone!
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A Halloween party was held near the creek.
Preparing the costumes took almost a week.
Several koalas in purple were cloaked.
A curled-up echidna was prodded and poked
into a hollowed out pumpkin shell, where
she peacefully slept and was quite unaware,
that first prize went to platypus dressed in his skin.
No costume was needed for this guy to win.
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The end of October.
Day 30 plus one.
Chock-full of mystery.
Sweet, scary fun.
Hair-raising dress-ups
for haunting the streets.
Pumpkins with candles
and tricks paired with treats.
Parties and games.
Time with family and friends.
What’s it about?
Well, that sort of depends.
For some,
it’s a time to remember the dead –
with love in our hearts,
not with sadness or dread.
For others,
a chance to scare darkness away.
A Spirits, Ghosts, Ghoulies – Shove Off!
type of day.
Way in the past,
it meant bonfires and feasts,
and wearing disguises
to fool wicked beasts.
Now that’s all changed.
It’s an eve of delight.
It brings us together.
One weird, wondrous night.
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“Double, double,
toil and trouble …”
Shakespear knew
a couple of subtle
things about his
Macbeth witches,
which is that
their cauldron-brew
contained some magic –
which is true!
Toxic plants made
poisoned potions,
twisting minds to
changed perceptions,
making witches
laugh and scream
as though they’re flying
in a dream.
Perhaps some died
from such a mix,
while others mended
from these tricks.
And those that lived
have paved the way
for cancer drugs
we use today.
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The monster approaching with giant black eyes
looks hostile and ever so chilling.
Its freaky companion, of frightening size,
is certainly out for a killing.
And standing nearby is another weird creep.
This one’s pretty skinny and hairy.
It must be a zombie, it seems half asleep.
I’ve never seen something so scary.
And here comes a creature with blood-coated jaws
whose stare is quite clearly satanic.
It’s carving the air with its menacing claws
and looks most decidedly manic.
A lot more have gathered and formed into groups,
they’re constantly shrieking or grunting.
Assembled together in nightmarish troops,
They’re focused on scaring and hunting.
The treats have been awesome, the feast’s been a blast,
as always, a night to remember.
Of course, the excitement is not going to last.
Tomorrow’s the start of November.
In response to Celebrations prompt
Skeletons dance to a haunting tune,
as witches chant their spells to the moon.
Zombies march. White ghosts howl.
Cats screech loudly to the hoot of an owl.
Lock up your children, keep them inside.
Beware what will happen, so run – run and hide.
They will join in the march, zombies witches and more,
and fill you with dread as they knock on your door.
Knock. Knock. KNOCK!
Trick or treat?
In response to Celebrations prompt
