Linda Studley

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All Saints’ Eve or Halloween, All Hallows’ Eve or Samhain

All Saints’ Eve or Halloween, All Hallows’ Eve or Samhain.
Tonight the veil is thinner and the starry night is prowlin’
with rowdy revellers, masqueraders, and jack-o-lantern jesters
who plunge their hands through the misty veil to greet their lost ancestors.

Do not fear the dead, my friend, they’ve better things to do
than haunt a house or frighten timid folk like me and you.
Fear more the ignorant living, who use the blessed night
to feed their need for power and greed by giving you a fright.

So here’s to those who’ve gone before, a toast to those who’ve left.
They never meant for you to feel abandoned or bereft.
And if the veil is thinner now and the date auspicious,
perhaps they’ll hear you toasting them and treasure your well wishes.

All Saints’ Eve or Hallowe’en, All Hallows’ Eve or Samhain.
if there was naught to fright before, there’s naught to fright you now and
do no harm to man nor beast, but let your heart be true
for the only evil you should fear is what you bring with you.
#109

Too Early

The Thanksgiving turkeys are gobbled and gone.
The pumpkins have all disappeared.
The poppies have all slipped from jacket lapels
as we come to the close of the year.

With each passing occasion the early birds squirm
like the worms they are destined to eat
“now?”, not yet, “now?” not yet, “now?” they whine
Oh, alright – but just don’t blame me

When your house is the only one lit up at night
and stands out like a thumb
that is sore from counting out money to burn
on décor that’s thought tacky by some. 

Well you might win a cash prize for the flickering lights
but I’m willing to wager a bet
that the cost of your monthly electrical bill
those winning will never offset.

And now that the end of November is lurking
like shoppers who wait for a sale,
more LED lights come on down the block
on an even more grander scale.

Don’t get me wrong – I love Christmas and all
but the preamble’s just way too long
The only thing I do this early for Christmas
is practice my Christmas songs.

#332

Masquerade

Shapes shift in the long darkness
of winter’s front porch.
“Is it time yet?” rustle the crisped leaves
as they skitter around and around in anticipation.
“is it time yet?” groan the stark trees,
their gnarled, grasping fingers
clawing the ragged hem of the grey clouds.
“Soon” breathes the drifting snow.
“Soon” chime the falling ice crystals.
“Soon” sighs the gate to the underworld.

Light fades, colours melt, night throws
his velvet blanket,
“Now” the blanket snaps.
“Don your disguises and walk.
The masquerade has begun.”

 

#312

Labour Day

On Arbour Day you work at planting trees.
On Valentine’s you work at being sweet.

On Christmas Day you work at being festive
On Easter eggs you work you tract digestive.

On Halloween you work at spooky lurking
But on Labour Day you work at not working.

 

#253

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