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
- Dickinson And The Alabaster Gogyohka
- After Sunset by William Allingham
- In her reach by Shailendra Chauhan
- If It Is True What the Prophets Write by William Blake
- Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Dahin
- Apples of Hesperides poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алексей Жемчужников – Заколдованный месяц
- Валерий Брюсов – Гребцы триремы
- Aboard at a Ship’s Helm. by Walt Whitman
- Олег Бундур – Как папа прогуливал школу
- A Great Time by William Henry Davies
- Psalm 06 poem – John Milton poems
- Яков Полонский – Ночь на восточном берегу Черного моря
- Little Clock by T. Wignesan
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