Trick 'R Treat?A Poem by MarieTall
black pointed hat just visible above the wall as a little child scurries past like a mouse anxious
to get to her next port of call. Long
black shining cloak and broomstick face
masked in paint so white, she
winds her way from door to door luminescent
in the night. Some
doors fail to open to her hearty lusty rap so
she scampers to the next house, through the hedge she makes a gap collects
her surprise and
places it in her bulging bounty bag. It is a slice of Báirín Breac with
a hard pea, stick and rag. When
the homes have given up their
tasty treats to all, the
children build a bonfire with
flickering flames so tall and
sitting down beside it hey
sing and laugh and joke, eating
their treats and sharing them beneath
the curling smoke. All
too soon it's time to go, leave
the fire burn down to ashes and
go to bed to dream of ghosts or
Dracula's blood drenched gnashers. Next
Autumn will come soon enough, again
they'll celebrate Halloween
in all its glory with
customs new and late... © 2024 MarieFeatured Review
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