I love,and can’t wait for good old halloween.
Better than any other occasion in between,
the hollowed out pumpkins,even though they smell.
I get all artistic,if I must say so myself.
Scaring small kids ,who could ask for more?
wait in anticipation for them to knock on my door!
disappointment,with no imagination?or vision?
Sweets?no way you’re not going to get them.

A bin bag?dirty face?cheap plastic mask?
satan would be disgusted,are you having a laugh?
Oh,the thrill,the excitement,the devil may care.
In my mind,cackling witches take over the air!
Cauldrons on the boil,waiting to be filled .
Toads,bats and the essential annoying child
though I’ve never tried one I bet they are nice roasted?
Not too sure if it’s legal I might get arrested?
Please scare me some one I need a good fright!
Not a werewolf or vampire or zombie in sight.
so transport me quickly to a time machine.
Back to a time,I’ve missed,never seen.
Gingerbread houses,dark woods and curses.
Spells,possesed mirrors,they all had their uses.
Evil ,and spooky I wont want to come back.
Give me a broom let me soar through the black!
well I can dream?will make do with the day.
The poor misunderstood witches get burnt anyway.
I’ll watch a horror,a d.v.d.I suppose?
fed up with chain saws,prefer a menacing ghost.

Am I sick and twisted?no don’t answer that.
with my undead desires,potions?black cats.

Am I a wanna be sourceress?you are probably right.
want to be the thing that goes bump! in the night?
Well,of course,I’d love it,do it with pleasure.
throw in some chains and then “oooooohs”
for good measure
If I’m a bad girl,I’ll go straight to hell,
I’ll find excitement,it’s warm as well!
Are you wondering could I be a potential crone?
Performing rituals ,evoking visions to chill to the bone?
That’s a secret I can’t tell you I’m afraid.
something I will take to my damp,earthy grave.
(cackle!cackle!)

This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.