All Hallows Eve
All Hallows Eve
Gnarled tree roots claw from the ground
scratching over disturbed graves.
Pumpkins grin their toothless snarl,
fleshy tongues of seed and fibre.
The spectral drift of chilling mist
that prods and pokes at exposed flesh.
Somewhere a creature of the night
mewls in whimpering ecstasy
Dank leaves of autumn line the paths
as little demons run around
dodging from house to pretty house
until the cottage on the hill
is all that’s left to fill their buckets.
Greed overcomes the gnawing fear,
they jostle to avoid the choice
of who will trespass the witches lair
The children come in squealing terror
wrapped in clothes of heavy gauge
their flashlights shaking from the cold
that permeates their winter coats.
A brave one steps up to the door
and taps upon it, breath held tight,
the others cower by the gate
and watch for movement in the house
She sits and stirs a boiling pot
that gurgles, splutters, coughs and gargles,
into it she drops dark things
that wriggle to escape the boiling.
Muttering in ancient words
that coil and twist as if alive.
Moonlight seeps from broken panes
washing all in filthy light.
There are no mirrors in this house,
no beauty, flowers, scent or joy,
only dust and memories
of days when things were not this way.
She has lived for many years
alone except upon this night
when company knocks at her door
and welcomes all she keeps inside.
Her smile is ancient and all knowing,
she cocks her head and sniffs the air
“Young flesh come to my humble door”
creaks from her lips of brittle leaves.
She stands and stoops to turn the latch,
a wet chuckle for inhaled breath
she catches from the other side
as slowly swings the opening door.
Come face to face with all his fears,
her hair of cobwebs blowing wild
upon the chill October air.
He turns to run but cannot move,
his friends scream loud and run away
never looking back to see
the treat bestowed upon the fool
who disturbed her on this hallows eve.