Halloween Fear

HALLOWEEN FEAR

Demons howl and banshees screech
As the dead are alive again.
Little children with their sugar rush
Saying, “trick or treat?”
Michael Myers knocks on your door
It’s not really him is it? Maybe..
Twilight moon illuminates
decaying trees with branches
Pointing skywards accusingly
Towards the night time skies,
Full of witches on broomsticks.
The fear is near as a man quite grim
Begins to reap the dead harvest.
The haunting has begun on this
Hallowed evening.

by Robin McNamara © 2020

Published by robinmcpoet

Robin McNamara is an Irish poet with over 90 poems published worldwide. A regular contributor to Poetry Ireland poetry prompts. UCD Library have a selection of his pandemic poems in their archives as a record of poems written during this period. Robin’s debut chapbook is to be published with Hedgehog Poetry Press in early 2021.

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