Halloween Flight

dark doings

Halloween Flight

 

I sat on my porch, as the sky turned deep blue

Then a deep red, till sunset was through

I and my companion, watched the night settled in

The cool of the evening, bit at our skin

 

He climbed on my lap, curled into a ball

And I tightened, my new knitted shawl

Slowly we accustomed, to the cool autumn chill

As all round us, the dark night grew still

 

Though we were timid, we stuck to our post

T’was Halloween night, and we looked for a ghost

There was a rumor, circulating about

On this night, we would see one no doubt

 

Then a movement, deep through the trees

Brought a response, from top of my knees

A tiny growl, from back of his throat

And he squirreled down, deep into my coat

 

I confess I knew not, what it might be

I was as ignorant, as was my wee he

But we were out here, for a bit of a thrill

Up back of our necks, crawled a cool chill

 

Then a black shape, flying with ease

Rushing toward us, through the black trees

What was seen neath the star lit sky

Brought from me a throat choking cry

 

Before I had but chance to stand

Suddenly beside me, a black shape did land

Then a voice cackled, the weirdest sound

As a besom broom set down on the ground

 

A haggy face, neath black pointed hat

With black cape beside me now sat

Crooked yellow teeth smiling at me

And at wee puppy curled on my knee

 

An empty old skull she held by her side

Then a crackly voice which offered a ride

What strange adventure did us await

As we became this black witches night freight

 

Silhouetted by the, light of full moon

Three black shapes, in flight on a broom

We must have looked, the strangest airmail

Holding on tight to a witches coattail

 

Pumpkins and goblins, we spied that night

Ghosts and skeletons, providing a fright

Halloween night spooks offered a wail

As we continued with our nocturnal sail

 

Her name was Horrid Hilda, she lived near by

This night was her swan song, a final fly

She had protracted a halloween cold

And in addition, had just gotten too old

 

She was retiring  from her job as a witch

Ditching the fake nose that always did itch

She was mothballing her broomstick and seat

From now on, she’d stick to her feet

 

No more stealing, eggs from hens

Or dragging screaming piglettes from pens

A new age, of witches had come

She had moved past, her day in the sun (moon)

 

The coven had shrunk in numbers of witches

Distracted night flying caused crashes in ditches

The cast iron cauldron was bent and rusted

Too many warlocks just couldn’t be trusted

 

Horrid Hilda’s last flight was back to our place

My wee companion, gave her a lick on the face

Her witch wardrobe, vanished with light

And with a hug, we all ended our night

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

As always, your poetic talent is impressive! This has been in my reading library for a while, as I've not been reviewing regularly lately. But I always love a Halloween tale, regardless of the time of year! And this one does not disappoint. I love your storytelling style in verse with strong rhyme & rhythm. This one isn't as outlandish as some of your others, but I very much admire your storytelling imagination! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[john l smith]

This was more meant to celebrate the season in a friendly family fashion
It is a bit long but I tend to get lost in these long poems quite often although don't post that many.
Thanks for pleasant visit
Best wishes
Dave

[Samuel Dickens]

Now, that's what I call getting the royal treatment! Horrid Hilda wasn't horrible at all. I'd even say she was right nice, giving a tour of Halloween like that. Was she actually the wife?

[john l smith]

Good morning Samuel
I haven't noticed a caustic contribution from your loaded library
Have a fine day
Lousy weather here 2day
Dave