Creepy Feast

Wormy green apples

Covered in caramel glue

Specially hand-made

By my great-aunt Lou

My sisters made popcorn balls

With something so vile

Last time they served them

They went up on trial

Uncle Rick’s soup in a cauldron

Is looking at you

I thought that it winked

Through the liquidy goo

Lady finger cakes

With real painted nails

Curled up and dried

Served up in pails

Next year – no relatives!

I’ll stay home alone

On Halloween night,

Watching "Twilight Zone"

 

Prompt #181 We Write Poems


Happy Halloween!
 

Procrastinator's Stew

Paging through color photos

Mysteriously coded instructions

Appearing as gibberish

To a clouded mind,

Growling stomach

Frustrated by epic long lists

Of foreign ingredients

Evading a sad larder

Crying out

For a farmer’s market fix,

Spice market sit-in

Butcher’s brawl,

Baker’s punching bowl,

Begging for an air-drop

Into a cramped kitchen

With a half-hour

Til company arrives

Time only for

Speed-dial,

A quick Ciao

And a pick up

Of Italian carry-out

"Food, Glorious Food" Prompt #179 at We Write Poems

Pulaski Alley, 1964

Old Mrs. Meezly

With the

Carefully sculpted scowl

Lived across

The street from

The childhood homestead

Never stepping outside

Except to yell at

Obnoxious urchins

Wandering too near

The wrought iron gate,

Protector of thorny shrubs

And hoodwinked rumors

From buffoons

Defying the pointed finger tremors,

Screechy party-line howls

Fear and bravado colliding

With children’s souls on

All Hallows Eve

Taunting the door

Answered by

Bruised crab apple treats

Scavenged from

A haunted tree

Tokens of trepidation

With an ominous smile

Scout's Honor

Listening for the sound
Of firing muskets,
Cannonball explosions,
Broken twigs,
Stallion breath
Paid with disease
For services rendered
Trade-off
Avoiding the
Claustrophobic walls 
Of fort school
Listening
For the Spirit calling
Choice between the
Ancestors of
White father,
Native mother,
Mother Earth singing 
Her ancient song
To a drum
Inside his chest
Spirit of Father Sky
Raining tormented streams
From his eyes



In memory of Grandfather Pierre