Halloween
by Mac Hammond
The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top
And carves out the round stemmed lid,
The hole of which allows the hand to go
In to pull the gooey mess inside, out –
The walls scooped clean with a spoon.
A grim design decided on, that afternoon,
The eyes are the first to go,
Isosceles or trapezoid, the square nose,
The down-turned mouth with three
Hideous teeth and, sometimes,
Round ears. At dusk it’s
Lighted, the room behind it dark.
Outside, looking in, it looks like a
Pumpkin, it looks like ripeness
Is all. Kids come, beckoned by
Fingers of shadows on leaf-strewn lawns
To trick or treat. Standing at the open
Door, the sculptor, a warlock, drops
Penny candies into their bags, knowing
The message of winter: only the children,
Pretending to be ghosts, are real.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Корнилов – Зачем
- Polyphemus poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – Далекая скрипка
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабкор (Лбом пробив безграмотья горы)
- Ballade Of The Dream poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Call To Account! by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- Song For The Severed Head In `The King Of The Great Clock Tower’ by William Butler Yeats
- In Praise Of England poem – Alfred Austin
- Олег Бундур – Переселение
- Myself by Robert Creeley
- Happiness by Stevie Smith
- A Warning To My Readers by Wendell Berry
- Юнна Мориц – Большой секрет для маленькой компании
- it flows by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Гиппиус – Писать стихи
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).