On the 31st

/ roughwighting

autumn, HalloweenDark is night, night is just right
As I set my broom aside
with a thought so candle bright
My glowing eyes I can’t hide.

On the date of this fall month
I’m allowed to be my self
even eating my best lunch –
can of worm warts on the shelf.

But maybe I’ll surprise them
My witch cousins and witch friend
I’ll knock on doors because I can
Pretend to be a small human.

I’ll forget my nightly haunts
For this one special fun time
Neglect my night’s sky-filled jaunts
Instead listen for door chimes.

I’ll dress up like a robot trick or treat
Or maybe a movie star
Collect yummy candy – lots
Walking sidewalks near and far.

Tonight I am not a witch
I switch roles and use my feet
hoping for no surprise glitch
as trick or treaters I meet.

I hide my twelve toes with shoes
Third eye is under a hat
My high shrill voice yells Boo BOO
Kids scream and so does a cat.

My bun of black hair escapes
And my pointy ears pop out
WITCH! someone yells with fear, hate
Suddenly I’m full of doubt.

Guess I can’t be who I’m not
Not tied to the ground like them
I laugh and sprint past the tot
Glad I can fly like a wren.

Halloween, moon“Boomer!” I yell and she flies
To my hands, my pal, my broom
I screech and scream out “good bye!”
As we fly toward the full moon.

 

 

 

Thanks for the invitation by Aurora Alexander to write a fun Halloween poem. Check out the others. https://aurorajalexander.wordpress.com/2017/10/24/3rd-halloween-poem-contest-3rd-group-of-submitted-poems/

106 thoughts on “On the 31st”

  2. Wonderfully written Pamela, you have me choking on my morning coffee.
    Sweet, funny and very enlightening about the season.
    I think you would look pretty as a movie star.
    I guess the broom is handy when all fall apart. 😊🦋💕 .
    miriam

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  3. Pam, a treat of a Halloween poem and love the twist of the witch finally able to be out in the open! Alas, She’s not meant to be grounded…fly like a wren and enjoy those cans of worm warts! 😀 American style Halloween has finally arrived here in the UK with fun dress-up styles …my son and his girlfriend heading off to party as Mickey Mouse & Minnie tonight!

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  7. “I hide my twelve toes with shoes
    Third eye is under a hat”

    Wonderful. This line that made me laugh out loud– for realies. Happy Halloween to you, oh witchy one.

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  9. This is a witch full of fun and love of adventure. Of course she should be out enjoying Hallowe’en 🎃

    “Tonight I am not a witch
    I switch roles and use my feet
    hoping for no surprise glitch” 🎃🎃🎃

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  14. Oh wow, what a beautiful treat as you fall into my reader just at the right time for me to catch this wonderful poem Pam.. 😀 a Festive delight to tickle us with.. Candy is at the ready for the big Night.. 🙂

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  18. Wow! Another book in the making Pam! This is a perfect poem for a book to be released on next Halloween! You just need the illustrations. 🙂 Reminds me of Room On The Broom, a single poem book my grandchildren love to read with me.

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  24. From writing to riding a broom, my you are doing it all. Your poem is entertaining and funny and I can sense the enjoyment you get from creating something on just about any topic. This is a good one. Is there prize for the best poem? Just kidding but, it there were, I think you’d win hands or twelve toes down.

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  29. Loved your poem, Pam, and I also participated in this fun challenge. Mine was already posted on Aurora’s blog, but I haven’t shared it yet. I probably will on Halloween. But, now I know the competition is even stronger after reading yours. 🙂

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  30. Great fun Pam, I love the thought of the witch using Halloween as an opportunity to try out a new identity, but I love more the fact that she realises she has to be her and do what she’s meant to do 🙂

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  31. Wow! This is not just an old woman who lives alone and knows how to use herbs. She’s a real, crazy Halloween witch. A cartoon character come alive.

    I’m looking forward to Halloween. I don’t get trick-or-treaters at my house, but I join the spooky, costumed crowd who visits the downtown merchants.

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  38. Haha but when you become the witch again will you make an extra serving of your special brew for us? Can it be in a wine glass 😉 haha ~ Creative writing, Pam!

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