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!


ghosts walk under ladders
eat hawthorn
and stroke black cats
at full moon                                           IMG_2838 roofbeams in chapel

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

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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