October Ghosts

Halloween adventures

October Ghosts

Mud casts no reflections in the nightmarish fog

There are ghosts in the corn fields after harvest

Resurrecting fear in the hearts of children

Masked apparitions, beggars of candy small

Meandering on the viral cobbled paths

As little monsters come to call

Real horror rises in the inner city

Housing complex doors wait for knocks

Tiny fists wake up the living dead

Poverty-ridden souls inside have little to offer

And less to give

Autumn slides into Winter sideways

Between the cracks of bricks night falls

Between the invisible crime on the streets

October calls and children listen

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Very atmospheric Earl. Those little children come across as quite menacing. Really enjoyed this poem and your poetic expression. Hope all is well my friend.

Chris

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Chris, Thank you so much. Life is good. I appreciate your comments. I'm watching Patty Mayo Bounty Hunter on You Tube these days. I hate violence but this is very intense and very interesting. The guy is very funny and blunt. Have a wonderful day. Take care, Earl