Happy Halloween!

How did it get to be Halloween already? We don’t have our front-yard cemetery up yet—no bony hands reaching out to those who come along the walkway. No skulls resting in peace next to headstones. The candy has been selected (and taste-tested), and there are a couple of small pumpkins out on the front porch, plus a door decoration. But we traditionally step it up a bit more.

R and L are planning their annual carving of the big pumpkins this weekend. They deliberately hold off on that til right before the big day. Not sure what designs they have planned this year, but they always do a spectacularly spooky job.

And besides dipping into the candy, I had a little Halloween-inspired fun this week—playing around with a poem. It’s dedicated to pumpkins everywhere. Little do they know what’s in store for them when they’re plunked in the wagon and loaded up for home.

Tricked me with your patchy promises,
“This is the one I’m pie-eyed for!”

Me, a country bumpkin,
Putting my full weight into the show.
Never sensed your seedy intentions.

Now faced with the devil,
Gutted,
Forced to wear a mask, not of my making.

Still, I’m no hollow shell, Jack,
Oh, to think that, you’d be roundly mistaken.

I am lit from within.

Happy Halloween, everyone! This week’s Poetry Friday roundup is over at Random Noodling, where you’ll find lots of good treats!