Happy Halloween! If you are my age, you will be wondering if kids will ever know the delicious thrill of trick-or-treating with your friends and without your parents. Walking along the sidewalks in homemade costumes, candy bag already laden with sugary loot, fresh-made popcorn balls and cookies, and the few unwanted apples (to be thrown at doors just before you run home); it was truly a night of awe and magic.
The special spookiness and thrill of fear on Halloween was also the venue of poets and writers. I hope that you enjoy the following.
—From “Spirits of the Dead” by Edgar Allan Poe:
“Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.”
—All Souls’ Night, 1917 by Hortense King Flexner:
You heap the logs and try to fill
The little room with words and cheer,
But silent feet are on the hill,
Across the window veiled eyes peer.
The hosts of lovers, young in death,
Go seeking down the world to-night,
Remembering faces, warmth and breath—
And they shall seek till it is light.
Then let the white-flaked logs burn low,
Lest those who drift before the storm
See gladness on our hearth and know.
Old Scottish saying:
From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
Van Helsing – Wikiquote:
“Even a man who is pure in heart… and says his prayers by night… may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms… and the autumn moon is bright.”
…and my own Halloween Wish:
On this Halloween may you be safe, but not too safe,
May your scary costume spook each passing waif
May you still feel the delicious chill at the back of your neck
That could be tickled by long, green fingernails; oh, heck!
May you hear the steady, stealthy tread
Of the festering, foul and fiendish dead
Before they leap upon you and drink your blood
Leaving only sparse drops from the flood.