Hallowe’en is a night full of magic
when candles in turnips shine bright in the dark
nervous folk fear spirits will venture forth
but the ghosts are only real in my heart
Hallowe’en is a night full of laughter
children dress up and go out in disguise
they find chocolate and old-fashioned pastimes
and the ghosts are only seen by my eyes
Hallowe’en is a night full of mystery
witches ride broomsticks and slide down moonbeams
warlocks conspire to make mischief
but the ghosts only live in my dreams
Hallowe’en is a night of festivity
of parties and dancing and games and great fun
when the oldest and youngest all celebrate
but the ghosts are still here though you are long gone
I find Halloween poems most enjoyable. “Little Orphan Annie” was always one of my favs.
Even amid the spooky fun, the pachyderm waxes wistful and melancholy. Lovely poem for the day.
Thank you for your kind words.
Sadly, heartache does not stop for festivity.