It was Hallowe’en and all the beasties and ghosties and ghoulies were out and about scaring the children. All except one quiet little ghost who didn’t quite approve of Hallowe’en. Yes they were all having fun but was that appropriate at this time of the year, he thought watching the fake ghosts and vampires and clowns running past. There was nothing funny about the Gates of Hell being open, even if only for a few hours.

He sat on the wall brooding until a white dove settled down beside him. Now this is more like it he said to himself, an emissary from Heaven. The dove opened its mouth. The ghost prepared himself for the Pearly Gates. The dove morphed into a crow and pecked his eyes out before flying off laughing.

The little ghost sighed, picked up his eyes and put them back in. He really hated Hallowe’en.



Copyright October 2016

Apple Pie

Snow White sighed at yet another knock on the door. This was the seventh witch this morning giving her a perfect red apple. She thanked her kindly and slammed the door in her face. Did they think she was stupid?

After making seven beds and cleaning the house Snow White went outside and dug seven new garden beds. Exhausted she began to  cook dinner and make an apple pie to be cut into seven segments.

Finally she relaxed and waited for the seven little men to come home for their tea. Tomorrow, after a little work in the garden, she would be free.



Copyright October 2016

Halloween Parade

on the eve of all hallows
under a cloud filled sky
creatures of the night begin to rise
the creak of coffin lids
battle with the woo woo woo
of ghosts warming up for a special haunting time
vampires floss their fangs
press their capes
zombies sew on body parts
rehearse a synchronised swaying march
for it is the night of the parade
into hell and back again
the undead mingle with tormented souls
allowed reprieve for one night only
by dawn they will return to the lonely
torments of the underworld
for now they frolic and play
until the break of all saints day

Copyright October 2013