Touching hands… #Poetry for Halloween

 

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My sister persuaded me to accompany her

And my two nephews on her rounds this Halloween

Not my favourite time of the year

She believed two years was long enough, that

Jack would want me to move on. So, I agreed.

The boys looked adorable

My mind lifted; the night felt warm

The lanterns, pumpkins, the orange lights

Filled the air with old time magic.

The boys collected enough sweets to last the year

On the way home, Tommy,

my youngest nephew held my hand and told me,

“I don’t like the man, Aunt Maggie. I want to go home now.”

I turned towards him to ask, “What man?”

My sister stepped in, saying she would explain later

Turns out Tommy had told my sister

He had seen a man walking with me when I arrived

Tommy had described Jack holding my hand…

©anitadawes

 

My Knight… #Poetry

 

 

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My Knight

My seven-year-old son informed me

 he would like a knight’s outfit,

with a sword for Halloween.

I thought it odd at the time

For he likes clowns

I managed to find one his size

He looked the very inch of a Knight

in shining armour. No face paint, he said.

He needed to be seen.

After two hours of walking around

I could see my tiny knight tiring

Time for tea, bath and bed, or so I thought.

No amount of persuasion could remove the outfit

He refused to go to bed,

so, I let him fall asleep on the sofa

Carrying him to his bed, he woke

Telling me he had to stay awake until midnight

“If Gran comes back, I have to save her…”

The gifting hour, when the dead can walk among us

Oh God, why had I explained this to him

I should have known he was too young.

He slept with the sword for two weeks

Before leaving it under his bed

Clearing his room, picking stray toys from the floor

I asked if we could put the sword in the toy box

He said he didn’t need it anymore.

“Gran kissed me goodnight, so I know she is all right.”

It seems my tiny knight was happy again…

©anitadawes

Chilliest Yet! #Halloween

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All Hallow’s Eve

She has diamonds in her eyes, ice in her heart

Don’t let her light in, don’t let it shine

She will steal your eyes then walk away.

On Halloween, she comes to find

The ones they took that left her blind.

A witch’s trial that went not well

Now she is back to break the spell

Of forty years that held her fast.

No mask can hide what once was hers.

Before this night is done, someone will scream

“I have no eyes with which to see”

The sons of old, they did forget

The last known witch from Salem’s lot

Did pass this way, her promise kept…

©Anita Dawes

Pumpkin Time!

 

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I think it must be true that time speeds up as you get older, for it is pumpkin time again, and it doesn’t seem that long since the last one finally shrivelled and was thrown away.

Here in England, we don’t seem to celebrate Halloween with quite the same fervour as other countries, but we try. The shops are full of bright orange pumpkins, both real and plastic, witch’s cauldrons and all kinds of scary things; I wonder why we enjoy being scared so much?

I don’t think Halloween was originally intended to scare the pants off the population. The word ‘Halloween’ means ‘hallowed or holy evening’ and that day was originally dedicated to remembering the dead and honouring their memory, in readiness for All Souls Day (1st November)which is quite a departure from ghouls, ghosts and scary pumpkins.

I have always believed  (I am a bit of a pagan at heart) that it was an ancient Celtic religious festival called Samhain (31st October-1st November) along with Imbolc (31st January-1st February) Beltane (30th April-1st May) and Lughnasadh (31st July-1st August). You will notice that these festivals are meticulously spaced throughout the year, and the equinoxes slot tidily in between and that has to mean something. Not just a scary day if you see what I mean.

There is quite a sad legend about the carved pumpkins or Jack-o-lanterns. A miserly character called Jack was fond of tricking everyone, including the devil, and when he died, he was turned away from heaven due to his life of sin.
However, the devil wouldn’t let him into hell either and he was cursed to travel the earth forever.
As he left the gates of hell, the devil threw him a hot ember to light his way. Jack put it inside a hollowed out turnip and the legend was born…

Well, happy Halloween to everyone and good luck with your trick or treating, whatever your feelings on the subject.

I think we human beings are a little obsessed with death because we can’t really understand it, and therefore tend to fear it. But we have discovered over the years that if we make light of this fear with a traditional festival or celebration, we can bring it out into the open where we can all look at it in the company of other people.
And have fun at the same time, of course…

And here is one we prepared earlier!

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Halloween Chills! Taken

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Taken

Don’t go to the house on Willow Lane

Mother said today

Mrs Hill’s sweets will make you ill

She lost her only child

Now Halloween she hates

She waits for little Jimmy

With spirits to return

To wash her guilt away

She left him by the river

It took his life away…

©Anita Dawes

Nosferatu…

 

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Nosferatu

Would you walk in darkness

Taste the life I lead

Would you live forever

On blood, you have received?

Would my life repulse you?

Must I let you go

Back to warm blood

The only life you know?

With love, I try to hold you

To bring you to my ways

You are the rose to my thorn

I will not throw your life away…

©Anita Dawes

The Hour… a Halloween Poem…

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The Hour

The hour has come, it is midnight.

Light the lanterns

But don’t let your world come undone.

You have heard the tales of Halloween

When doors are open, they slip in

The dead now walk this land

Revenge they seek

Not all will leave a spell behind

Yet there is one who comes in peace

For her lost love, she will sit and weep.

Her time on Earth went by too fast

Love’s kiss still upon her lips.

Each year she comes to find her way

The house she finds by lanterns shine

This time she knows what she will find

With raven hair, her lips of red

Holding hands with a love that is hers

With children’s laughter, the door will be undone

To enter now, to bewitch, to take her form

The raven-haired witch she must dispel

This night feels right for loves return

Will all be well?

©Anita Dawes

 

Here’s one I found on Youtube!