Happy Halloween and Cute Coloring

Since today is Halloween, I wanted to share some of my coloring, before the day is over. Sharing again with the coloring club. The designs in this coloring book are often bizarre and outlandish, but they never fail to make me smile! I’m not sure what (or if) I’m doing anything to celebrate today, but I hope you have a happy and spooky Halloween!

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Creepy Candy

This décima in response to this week’s prompt from Ronovan is also for FOWC: Insatiable and, fittingly, the Halloween challenge.


Get ready for a time of fright:
Spiders, ghouls and other horrors,
Zombies and all sorts of monsters
Insatiable — Halloween night!

One day a year we take delight
In exploring the darkest fears:
Try not to be reduced to tears
But test one’s courage and be scared,
Then eat some spooky treats prepared —
To me, this aspect most endears.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

A Trick of the Light

For DVerse Poetics, we are writing about folly, and for Tourmaline’s Halloween challenge, I included the word “trick.” I hope it’s acceptable that my subject matter has nothing to do with anything creepy. I was also inspired by FFFC #89, the picture below. Picture by Renate Vanaga at Unsplash.

Is it a trick of the light?
No, those two are smiling,
Laughing, hands clasped
Relaxing face to face, not
Mindful of the slightest folly.

This seems like a dream:
No unhappiness are they seeing,
Leaving at home their masks,
Relaxing with no trace of
Fear, not even of honesty.

Happy Halloween!

For DVerse’s haibun Monday about Halloween and for FOWC: Merchandise.

The house is filled with ghosts and graves. Smiles are carved into all the pumpkins’ faces. Bats and cobwebs cling to the corners, hang from the eaves. Such timely horror, that no one believes.

no mere merchandise:
Nowadays this is the state
of those haunting here.

Photo by Ylanite Koppens on Pexels.com
I found this image particularly creepy because the pumpkin is being a cannibal by eating another squash.

What Are You Going to be for Halloween?

This is for Tourmaline’s Halloween challenge. Mask is the word for today. I really needed to write this, so thanks for the prompt, even if no one likes the poem! haha

What are you going to be for Halloween?
Does it matter, is there a party?
Is there any trick-or-treating with the kids?

Are there any kids or are we all
Older than our years by now?

What are you going to be for Halloween?
Will people wear a second mask?
What costumes have we been tricked into wearing?

I will be the most terrifying horror:
I will wear no mask and be a human being!

I don’t hate face masks as much as some people, but the longer this goes on, the more tired I am of it. Even if the masks work perfectly, what is it worth? I want to see people’s smiles. I want to be hugged. In the past 7 months, I can count the number of people I’ve touched on one hand. And I am not doing well. Nobody gives a damn about the collateral damage from these policies. What is this worth?

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Mid-September Changes

For DVerse Poetics today, I have written 2 nonets based on the prompt, “9 Across for a Count Down.” The first line of both nonets is taken from “To the Light of September” by W.S. Merwin.


It seems as though you are still summer,
Though the smoky sky shrouds much sun,
But the flames are retreating —
Soon may our worries sleep —
May seasons cradle
Even amidst
Change : burning
Fall-leaves
Flame.

Broken shadows across the cracked ground
Point out the path to October:
Mid-September’s hellish flames
Celebrate Halloween
Early, ghost-ashes
Haunt surfaces.
Trick or treat?
Costumes
Change.

Scary Paranormal Stuff

This is a Chaucerian stanza inspired by FOWC: Paranormal, and underneath that is a quick cinquain about what I most fear, for FDDA day 11. As I don’t like to dwell on disgusting things, I wrote it in about a minute, so I’m not putting the second poem in its own post. 🙂


In haunted houses do true ghosts exist?
Some disembodied spirit stuck in pain?
Cannot move on, relinquishing resist,
Stuck in between eternal and Earth’s plane?
One need not die; regrets can haunt the brain
Like much more hungry ghosts, which will devour:
Horrors of past may push into this hour.

Now, for my next “masterpiece”….

Maggots
Spawn of satan
Disgusting wormy things.
Don’t even make me think about
Them now.

What Season Is It?

I decided to try Prosery again at DVerse. We are “jazzing it up” today. Lillian gives us the choice between two quotations from Carl Sandburg’s poem “Jazz Fantasia.” The one I used is, “Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops.”


The depression is usually worse in the fall, as the weather tends to be more cold and rainy. I am thinking — I am hoping — spring and summer will get the worst of it this year. I am hoping unsteadily, that in September or October, I can see more friends. Maybe even in person. Maybe I can go to the store and roll my eyes at all the pumpkin spice, and not even have to think about my (not-Halloween) mask. As it is, all day this whole world feels like The Twilight Zone, and some moments I feel so lonely that my soul wants to moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops.