Halloween Looming in the Mist–Free Verse

Halloween breathes on your neck

When you are standing alone in the dark.

It lurks just behind that next trashcan

In the alley waiting to jump at you with hollow eyes.

You can hear it dragging one foot as it follows behind you.

But it is always just far enough away that you can’t see it.

But when you do, it will be too late.

Funnel Cake and a Midnight Movie at the Haunted Firehouse—Wea’ve Written Weekly

In the dark and October chill of night

In line for the haunted house

Watching Halloween on a firehouse wall

When you turn to see Michael Meyers

Standing silently in line behind you

Machete hanging loosely in one hand

White featureless face and hollow eyes

And you turn to face the dark

Staring into the night

Hoping if you see the same thing he does

He will not notice you’re there

And whispering to your daddy that you didn’t see

What you both know you saw.

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I wrote this poem in response to “A Sonnet about Something or Other” by Sunra Rainz. You can read this poem on the Skeptic’s Kaddish page here: https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/10/19/w3-prompt-25-weave-written-weekly/