Halloween

 It is the season which is the reason this tale I'll tell

Was a night full of fright I remember well

For fun kids did come on the run, looking for candy's spell

Skinny and small fat and tall, each in a costume shell

A jack-o-lantern lit, flames did spit, from the dark appeared a tiny child

Alone, with no one grown, timidly held out a crippled hand so mild

Asked where was his mother or brother he just stood quiet and smiled

Then turned his back disappeared into black with his sack of candy piled

The next group was a family troop that knocked on the door

The kids were glad but the mother looked sad, so I asked her what for

She said her youngest had died, then she cried, he had been only four

Of his hand maimed he was ashamed but sweets and Halloween he did adore 

Reviews

[Linda Guittar]

Hauntingly beautiful, this left me with wet eyes and goose bumps ...

I couldn't quite find the rhythm for a few of the lines, but otherwise found very well-crafted, and a true Halloween tale.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and kind words of comment they are most appreciated

[Marie]

The sad story of a visit from Trick 'R Treaters on Hallowe'en is very finely inked in this seasonal write. My heart sank for the sad Mammy who had buried her youngest son at only age 4, who loved Hallowe'en and treats and calling door to door. I pray there is Hallowe'en in Heaven for all the little children to enjoy, bless all. Thank you for sharing this poignant poem, dear Soren. I hope those who read it will be a little more kind to those who come knocking on this very special evening when 'the veil' between our world and the world of Spirit is at its thinnest. Sadly, not everybody here opens their doors to the children. Thank you again for sharing, my friend... Lovely work...

[Soren]

Thank you Marie for your review and most kind words. Maybe not trick or treat in heaven but instead they just stay here and trick or treat as real ghosts.After all the first little boy just dissapeard into the dark.

[Marie]

Thank you for kindly explaining to me, dear Soren. I was so tired last night after a very long day, that I was unable to take in the story fully. Thank you for kindly telling me what I missed in reading and please kindly accept my most sincere apologies. My beloved husband fell outside our front door two weeks ago tonight. He dislocated his shoulder and spent three days in hospital. He had a bad chest infection also because he refused to go to the doctor to get antibiotics (at his advanced age, he is not a child and I cannot take him by the hand and lead him there, sadly), so he was on intravenous antibiotics for that and a trip to theatre for his shoulder! He has an appointment on the coming Friday and will have his shoulder x-rayed and hopefully all will be well. But, the tiredness results from having to do all my housework and cooking + take his meals up to him as he doesn't get up until later. 15:43 as I write and he's just had his lunch. It is not easy going up and down stairs with food, but by the time 7:00pm comes I am only fit for bed, I can't concentrate due to tiredness. That is why I am always late reviewing your poems also, dear friend... Thank you again, Soren...

[Soren]

I wish him a speedy recovery both for his sake and yours. Age takes its toll and I certainly appreciate your reviews and kind comments they are cherrished. I only mentioned the detail because I thought you must think me a bit off writing a poem with not point.

[Marie]

Dear Soren, I was a bit off, not you, my dear friend. Thank you for your very kind wishes for Tom. Yes, age does take its toll and it will be ten weeks before he can lift anything heavier than his tea cup, so a long way for both of us to go yet. He will have to have physiotherapy also in the coming weeks, but it all depends on how he gets on at his appointment on Friday. Thank you again, dear Soren...

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

As I read, I heard this in a deep, sonorous voice. Very chilling. Made me think of Edgar Allan Poe, only in a modern setting (which is so difficult to do).

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and most flattering comment it is most appreciated