31/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I like the idea of Halloween
As a cultural tradition
But I despise the commercialisation
That comes with it today.
Give me a homemade ghost
Made out of an old bed sheet,
Or a mummy wrapped not in rags
But in reams of toilet paper.
Give me autumn festivals
With bobbing for apples
And scarecrows overseeing
Pumpkin carving competitions.
Give me big haunted houses
Where children giggle and scream,
And ghost tours though graveyards
For those who would dare.
Give me witches with birch brooms,
Black cats on every corner,
And spider webs hanging
From chimneys and doorframes.
Give me people coming together
To ward off evil spirits
By imbibing in such liquors
After the sun has gone down.
Give me stories of ghouls
Told at sleep deprived parties
Where children are up
Long after their bedtime.
Give me Halloween without commerce
With the only blood sucking
Done by cute little vampires
With the fakest of teeth.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
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Saturday, October 31, 2020
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