What's Going On?
Snickers stuck to the floor.
Madball the Monster,
Is guarding the door.
Outside, little creatures,
Run wild through the streets -
Demanding, it seems - that
We give them all treats.
There's bats in the hallway.
I just saw a ghost.
Somebody is screaming:
"Mom, he got the most."
On my kitchen table,
Gross, slimy, and green,
Sits a wad of gum, bigger
Than I've ever seen.
Three half eaten suckers,
And a squashed jelly bean.
The signs seem to add up -Tonight's Halloween.
The Night Wait
Wrapped in the billowing folds of the night,
The stirrings of dread: maybe something's not right.
Somebody's not home - what's got into their head.
Don't they know that they ought to be snug in their bed.
Don't they know at this hour, the ghosties are out,
And slithering ghoulies snake-sneak all about.
Heaven knows what dark creatures lurk behind the door.
Every spook in the book is spook-spooking galore.
There's goblins and beasties and - yikes - zombies, right.
The bogeyman wanders those streets half the night.
Don't mind me - I'll just lie here awake by the phone -
While headless horsemen, chase the family car home.
A key in the latch: just get in here and hurry.
Safely home for the night - though it's not like I worry.
notes: Posted for Poets United.
Two old, very light, poems from 2011, rather appropriate, I thought for All Hallows' Eve - the first inspired from those Trick or Treat Nights when my four children were little ones and the second: a look back on those ghastly (at least for parents) teenage nights. Ha! Happy Halloween!
photos: #1. Tonight's Halloween #2. The Night Wait - W. Bourke
© 2011 Wendy Bourke