From Celtic times, we put out soul cakes
for the poor, and treats
to placate spirits in the dark.
Watch out for wise witch-owls and
a man named Jack.
His lantern's flickering light might
entice you away
from that narrow path between houses.
If you follow him,
you'll be doomed to wander o'er the earth,
forbidden entrance to heaven or hell,
a different kind of death
than that foretold by owls' shrieks:
they do not know who will die,
only once the sun rises,
a soul will be lost.
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| "Too scary. Let's go to the next house!" Photo by Paul L. Dineen at Flickr |
Today marks the end of October and the last 'official' poem I'll post for OctPoWriMo, with special thanks to coordinator Morgan Dragonwillow for her inspiring posts. I do still need just 8 more poems to complete a poem a day, but NaNoWriMo begins at midnight today.
NaNoWriMo is that most likely crazy commitment that some writers undertake to write some 1,666 words a day, finishing the month with a 50,000 word novel. Try it, if you haven't.
Today, I wanted to write something about Halloween, so started with a look at Random Facts' post: 40 Fun Facts About Halloween. For some reason, I was drawn to the darker facts and not the amusing factoid that most trick-and-treaters pefer chocolate, that Halloween is the second biggest grossing sales (after Christmas), and that black and orange are the colors most associated with Halloween, marking that transition between the harvest season and winter.
Happy Halloween!
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