Just for fun -- getting into the Halloween Spirit
I was putting together the ingredients to make pumpkin cream cheese muffins and I wondered about something I didn't think about before which was: The essence of Halloween is dressing up as something you're not, right? It's also associated with pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns, right.
So Cinderella has to be the perfect Halloween story. A pumpkin that magically transforms into a carriage, and a young woman in rags who impersonates a princess. Strange, really, when you think about it. Was Cinderella meant to be a Halloween story? Apparently not, not when you look at the origins.
Anyway, I just thought I'd share a children's Halloween poem I wrote a while ago and pushed to the bottom of my bottomless drawer of scribbles.
If you'd like to share, please do, but don't forget to mention my name and link back to this blog : )
prepare themselves to pounce on me
So Cinderella has to be the perfect Halloween story. A pumpkin that magically transforms into a carriage, and a young woman in rags who impersonates a princess. Strange, really, when you think about it. Was Cinderella meant to be a Halloween story? Apparently not, not when you look at the origins.
Anyway, I just thought I'd share a children's Halloween poem I wrote a while ago and pushed to the bottom of my bottomless drawer of scribbles.
If you'd like to share, please do, but don't forget to mention my name and link back to this blog : )
Halloween
Poem
by Monica Fairview
by Monica Fairview
Wandering
down the ghoulish street
looking
for a trick or treat
past
the cobwebs, high and low
white
ghosts flying to and fro
jack-a-lanterns
all a-glowing
orange
lights from windows flowing
skeletons
wave their arms to me
trying
to tell their mystery
all
in all it’s quite a sight
walking
on this moonlit night
|
What’s
that sound? A gurgled scream
I
think I heard it in a dream
that
green-skinned monster with bulging eyes
is
far too real for a disguise
A
black-caped Dracula blocks my way
with
blood on his fangs he starts to say:
“I
am a vampire….” but I don’t listen
everything
around me starts to glisten
It
isn’t a dream, it’s a spell
the
peaceful street is turned to hell
I quickly dodge a looming
witch
who’s
trying to hit me with a switch
And
ugly goblins behind a tree
prepare themselves to pounce on me
A
hideous spider grabs my shoulder
but
lo and behold, I’m getting bolder
I
spin around and start to spar
with
karate kicks I become a star
the
monsters scatter in all directions
leaving
behind all their confections
Then
everything’s quiet and all I see
is
trick-and-treaters just like me
with
mothers and fathers and sisters, too
it’s just like a friendly
kind of zoo
with
rabbits and cats and frogs and mice
with
plenty of sweeties and fun for all
the
crunch of leaves, the sound of fall
I
call my Daddy, then hold his hand
I
guide him through this magic land.
©
Monica Fairview
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