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
- Василий Жуковский – Герой
- Алишер Навои – Если б был я быстрым ветром
- Feast of the Eyes
- William Allingham – William Allingham
- Аля Кудряшева – Такие слишком медовые эти луны
- By the Dusk – Ao Entardecer by Soaroir de Campos
- The Epic Menageries by MB Moshe
- Dreams poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Forgetting Someone by Yehuda Amichai
- Scoring Highly on the Psychopathy Scale by P.J.Reed
- Николай Заболоцкий – Поэт
- Sheppard’s Quest by Shawn Ervin
- Grace Before Song poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Как Лера чудо искала
- Portrait of Rage and Age poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
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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).
