Halloween seems to always be worthy of a new poem or two. Here's an original one I jotted down this week:
By Vikram Madan
Just past Fall and shy of Winter
Somewhere, in there, in between
On a night of chills and shadows
Swills the web of Halloween
That's when Ghouls and Ghosts and Goblins
Witches and their Wraiths convene
Riotously overdosed on
As the midnight hour approaches
As the shivers grow unseen
Germinates an eerie scene
Skeletons and Specters saunter
Pale and pasty, pallid, lean
Unheard music molds the darkness
Nameless terrors lurk unseen
Phantoms float and fade and flicker
Poltergeists cavort, careen
Apparitions shimmer, glimmer
Shrouded in a hazy sheen
Then, at midnight, all goes quiet.
Nothing stirs in wood or green.
Halloween's hijinks seem over
Life is, once more, safe, serene.
Or is it?
Trick or treat.
Text and Illustration Copyright © 2012 Vikram Madan
Now I just need to get me some of that 'Phantasmagoric Caffeine' ...