Hallow Even

Jack found the biggest pumpkin

I had ever seen, I swear,

He wheeled it in a barrow from

The local Pumpkin Fair,

‘And what d’you think you’ll do with that?’

His sister said, Colleen,

‘I’ll make a Jack O’Lantern, for

Tonight, it’s Halloween!’

 

‘I betcha don’t!’ ‘I bet I do!’

They said, in childish chat,

For Jack was two years older so

He gave her tit for tat,

‘I’m gonna dress up like a witch

And put a spell on you,

That thing will end up pumpkin soup

Mixed in my witch’s brew!’

 

‘I’ll put my clothes on inside out,

Walk backwards round the fire,

My Lantern will bring back the dead,

I’m raising Jim O’Dwyer,

And he will bring the big black sow…’

But that was when she screamed,

His father cuffed him round the head

‘Stop frightening Colleen!’

 

O’Dwyer still hung in chains back then

Had danced his final jig,

He’d strangled little Annie Penn

Then fed her to his pig.

They hung him at the old crossroads

And staked his wicked heart,

And Colleen shut her eyes up tight

When passing, in the cart.

 

That night they lit the bonfire and

Then went to trick or treat,

The farmers gave them soul cakes

And their wives some home-made sweets,

But Colleen had complained all night

Had moaned and told them lies,

He said, ‘You wait ‘til we get home,

I’ll raise Widow Tresize!’

 

Tresize had been their schoolmarm

And had caned them as she taught,

Colleen had felt it on her legs

When she and Jack had fought,

The widow ended coughing blood

All over Colleen’s dress,

And Colleen screamed as she collapsed,

‘Look what you’ve done - Bad cess!’

 

She’d always been a spiteful child

And Jack would sit and brood,

Each time his father punished him

For being rough, or crude,

He’d sit up lonely in his room

And tear her dolls apart,

Imagining no sister as

He stuck pins in her heart.

 

The Lantern sat in pride of place

Out by the great bonfire,

Its evil eyes glowed in the dark,

Its mouth, a dreadful leer,

But Colleen threw a tantrum

Said the face made her feel sick,

She set about it with her broom

And poked it, with a stick.

 

The pumpkin smashed, in pieces lay

Jack sat with wounded pride,

He took her witches broom and flung it

In the fire, outside,

Another cuff around the head

His anger turned to hate,

And Colleen sniggered just once more

And sealed her morbid fate.

 

The barrel in the kitchen floated

Apples by the score,

The dunking was the one good thing

That Jack was waiting for,

When Colleen dunked and dunked again

Jack stood behind, and frowned,

Then called out to his father, ‘Da!

I think Colleen has drowned!’

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Jazique]

Ive decided no longet to say wow when im left speechless, but clap (clapping). This is some great creative Halloween spirit i mean i did not see the kill coming at all. this would be a perfect read at our free read Halloween theme, if you dont mind. i even read this out loud creating the suspense hearing the wonderful rhyming as it followed. Reading word for word hanging on till the end when i saw 'sweetness' with a smile. anyways truly well dine getting into the spirit reeling in and catching the audiences attention.

[Pratik]

This is superb!! Why didn't I read it earlier?! Such a gripping story with a sweeping end to it... dark and humorous elements in abundance - this one sure sets the mood for Halloween! I loved it sir!

[The Refined Poet]

Loved the title, it sets the tone. The cleverness of this is nice, plus a fun and well place horror in this read all at the same time

[Mic]

Now that's an ending! Would say just in time for Halloween, but it seems many days are Halloween around the Paget's place. Ha!

Fun read and very well done!

[Enid Blake]

I've been watching for halloween poems! This is sinister, families can be so complicated ;)

[Marie]

So Colleen finally went too far...and Jack got "even"...

[Weezie76]

Very enjoyable and witty!

[roarke]

YIKES!, David, you sure your middle name isn't Grimm? lol. Gruesome characters and imagery, and yet if truth were always told and remembered as such, history and society was ripe with such local horror. Not to mention "grim" sibling rivalries. Excellent Halloween fare.

[ROSALIND]

GREAT WORK MY FRIEND,
Amen Poet-Freak the poetry site has now been fixed.............
Rosalind :)

[David Scott]

Great work for the season! Tells how we slide from innocence to something dark.
Enjoyed it very much. Thank you David for sharing this with us.
Be Well