All Hallows

And Hallow e’en approaches, sneaks up on us while we’re not
looking. The goblins and witches walk the streets, knock on
doors … and children have sugar-fits!

ALL HALLOWS

ghosts walk under ladders
eat hawthorn
and stroke black cats
at full moon                                           

shadows move dark on silver
a barn owl swings by

bones huddle
and whisky turns
sour as the warning
a policeman gives
for a witchless midnight

First published in Raven Poetry Zine 2007