HALLOWEEN II AND MY CREEPY POEM FOR YOU

I should SO be asleep...

Why I've chosen to cruise the Internet and catch up on my Blog, instead of getting the essential

4 hours of "I've gotta get up and go to work at 5am " sleep, is beyond any explanation.

I DO love my sleep, though at times, I feel just as Ernest Hemingway did...

"I love sleep...My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake"

I hope that some of you (my loyal followers) are still out there...

Surely not ALL of you have lost interest.

(though I could hardly blame you)

As not only am I a sporadic blogger,

I'm not always in my foodie mode.

Honestly, as the writer, I strive to avoid prosaic, monotonous material ,

for fear of not only boring my reader, but myself as well.

I've not lost interest, it's just that sometimes I go through "spells"

(spells?)

Feel too involved/busy, living my highly predictable schedule of work, sleep, read, and eat.

At times I'm convinced that the

"creative genes" have vanished...

or worse yet...

that they were never there to begin with.

Introspection is certainly healthy,

but years of it can get old,

know what I mean?

Let's move on...

In Celebration of this ghostly season,

I have written a new little ditty that's just for you....

"JOURNEY BACK TO SALEM"

A lingering feeling

surrounds me tonight..

A chill in the air

for wings to take flight...

A sobering gloom

like an unexplained fear...

Just what could it be

that would

follow me here?

It looms in the darkness,

Like a lantern, it glows..

Feels so familiar,

something I know?

In my darkened abode

I'm watching a film

I've seen once before

Filled with horror

and gore

A" Serial Killer,"

a "Sicko,"

a "Clone"

The ending's predictable,

already known..

I'm drifting towards

dreamland,

to a place I remember...

I was there

a few days

just shy of November

It was Halloween week

and in Salem I found,

a place like no other

world famous, renowned

for the huge celebrations

that October brings.

And now I'll return

to discover new things

Ignoring the prickling

at the base of my neck..

down my shivering spine...

(Must get a health check)

Strange thoughts scatter

aimlessly

inside of my head

"So glad you're returning!"

a distant voice said

(the witches' necks

hung on soft swaying trees,

then burned all together

and cast out to sea)

On streets and in shops

Potions ready to sell

And magic dust lingers

with a rusty old smell

Inside their cloaks

in back rooms

of old stores

are the pouches of venom

Hidden safely in drawers

They'll lure you inside

"such delightful tricks"

and you try to resist it

(cause you figure it's shtick)

Still you find yourself

following this

black hooded creature

whose smooth tongue

reminds you of a

well rehearsed

preacher

There are SPELLS

for everything

one could desire.

though some are unpleasant,

(like lynching and fire)

Some Spells are enchanting,

and others just garish

(and those less successful

have caused folks to perish!)

This is one Holiday

you won't soon forget...

("the shivering spine..

the prickling neck")

"Come close to me...

Turn around!...

Now closer" he said...

The Potion-Filled Vials

entice you to pay

for Hexes and Vexes

that lead you astray

"It's here in my pocket

for just a small fee...

Not just smoke and mirrors!

It's MAGIC, you'll see..."

Blank stares and Whispering

Where Merriment should be...

(No sign of Pumpkins, one normally sees)

The sky starts to darken

and a loud shuffling sound...

Makes me look round the corner,

and guess what I found!

THE ZOMBIES ARE BACK!

it's the season, you know...

(these Guys really know how

to PUT ON A SHOW!)

I should have guessed it...

(that frightening sight, of

CREATURES THAT NO LONGER LIVE IN THE LIGHT)

Quick!..

Lower Your Voice,

or THEY'LL HEAR

what you said

Don't look,

and keep still,

or

they'll

know

you're

not

DEAD.....)

Nicole

Oct. 2010