HALLOWEEN STORIES
WEEK 1. WINNER
We have had a fantastic response to the first week of our Creative Writing Competition.
We are delighted to announce the winner of week 1 is Lisa Perkins for her poem 'Last Halloween'
Last Halloween
Welcome to the clearing friends
I see you ghosts, you ghouls
and earth-legends
Abandon remains of all your souls
You won’t need them
where we must go
Do my eyes deceive me
or is that you Senor Soil?
Your face looks spent, your body bent
your grains are gnarled in dark descent
No plush coat this year
or blossom-bursting buds?
Maybe SPF just ain’t working very good
Social Political Firestarter, factor 20
A human made blend
or an underground ‘festo
Hold that thought, in compos mentis
if any crust is free from sepsis
And who do I see crawling
up from below?
Ah it’s the fracking lines,
sure what do you know
Any gossip for spilling?
Any craic on the scene?
Did they pull off that blinder
twenty leagues under sea?
Speaking of which
anyone seen Sister Ocean?
Poor darling’s diseased,
no cure, pill or lotion
Oh she looks cool and calm
with that body waved head
But did u peek underneath
at the state of that bed?
I know she’s had facials,
detoxed at the edges
But breathers keep plugging
her insides like wretches
Ah lads, it makes me clench up too
But we’ve flooded, blazed
melted and razed
what in the world will more warning do?
‘Maybe their breathing
takes up too much power?
'We’ll go bigger, bolder
Tap a meteor shower!’
Hmm, too slow a show Senor but thanks
Let’s welcome haunted forests
Apparitions dressed as teak
We just cannot fathom how
you like these breathing freaks?
You shade them, protect them,
give bark for their learning
Even while your armies majestic
fall burning
Pleasing their senses though no respect’s given
filling those damn breather lungs
with more living
Maybe we’ll hear from you towers,
but later…
‘Boss, can you hear it?
Stateside’s birthing riots’
The cause human or fungal?
Let’s just watch, be quiet…
‘It’s hard to explain
as it shifts like tectonics
Most of the breathers can’t
see past the tik toks’
Ironic
So it’s not just us
They’re diseasing their own
What chance have we here
if they can’t see we’re the home
The only one
Like how they see ‘love’
Searching for, living for, breaking apart
Look behind you
Boo!
It’s Flesh of the Earth
Coming to ground you fools
back to the dirt
You enjoy all our riches
abuse us like heathens
What good is this love
when you can’t even breathe?
Will your self-serving raise you
when the floors are ablaze
When the water is thick
with the poison you made
When the sky is opaque
but you’re already blind
When the animals vanish
you’re the beasts left behind?
Man
These breathers can’t see
And they say love is blind
Right where they choose to be
We’ll wait this one out
for a season or two
See if these breathers
pick up the last clue
If it’s us or them, behold
we’ll turn up the heat
It’s fright night friends
And wonder must cease!
Help the Halloween Party
2019
