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… 

with the poison you made When the sky is opaque but you’re already blind 

When the animals va‘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’ 


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


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 

nish you’re the beasts left behind? 



These breathers can’t see

And they say that it’s 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

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