How was your Halloween?!
Mine, was odd-I missed my kids helping me decorate, watching a late night horror movie, the fun of making one another scream, and the local Haunted House. I didn't dare go alone-but I did go with my husband to a neighborhood party. My neighbors are always fun and had quite a gathering of spirits. There were Ebola patients, Walking Dead Zombies, Ozzy was there, a beer bottle and a bar fly, someone was dressed like Duck Dynasty and a wolf with a red cape-who caught and ate Red Riding Hood.
Fireblossom asked us to write a poem. I am late to the party-I mean pond, but I still wanted to give it a try.
"Write something spooky for Halloween! It'll be sweeeeet."
My Trick or Treaters were funny this year! Kids were telling me what they wanted. "I love suckers-I want chocolate, I like those gummie rings." One neighborhood boy I didn't recognize took off his mask when I said, "Good-bye guys and dolls."
"It is me-Austin, you didn't recognize me because my hair grew." I couldn't see his hair under the mask.
"Oh, yeah..I need some of that. What did you use?"
He told me I could get this product at Wal-mart.
My favorite costume was a girl about ten years old dressed in a Day of the Dead costume. She had red roses tangled in her black hair, white make-up with soul haunting black eyes and a few detailed cobwebs drawn on the corners of her blackened mouth and the corners of her forehead. Her costume matched her make-up. I asked if she had seen the movie, The Book of Life-"No, not yet, but I want to." She seemed startled when I said:
I took this photo when I was home. In Native American medicine, it is said their totem is magic. Their courage enters the dark void in the great mysteries of life. Ravens always bring a message. "Magic comes from the void of darkness and the challenge is to bring it to light." Medicine Cards
writing eye lost
in concave shards
among burnt parched trees
blue-black wings singed
as trembling mouth quivers
beak taps on rocks n'raping ice
splinters of cold shards penetrate
witness blue aperture
moon's blood seeping into
strong arms of midnight
she gives birth
scratch dawn's Tangerine eye
as iridescent cross-hatched breath
lingers in north wind's portal
I feel pinned to the sky's wrinkles
until flooding light reveals my
a black hole heart.