All Hallows Poem Collection #1

Samhain. All Hallows. All Hallow's Eve. Hallow E'en. Halloween - call it what you want...

This is poem number 1 of a series in the build-up to All Hallows Eve. They will all have sharp edges....

The foaming waves of clouds

framed by a full moon

punctuated by the screamers bangers and rockets

of Halloween night

The high wind carrying the clouds to and fro

crashing to the crescendo of fireworks

almost in time

this almost perfect scene spoiled

by the harsh banger

or Chinese cracker

a reminder of our backdrop

conjuring up images at odds with the silver foam

the blood of rockets slashed across the sky

the angry rat a tat tat of the cracker

causing an involuntary crouch

a haunting Halloween night in Omagh

the ghosts floating in the sky

the arrows of rockets piercing the corpses

to the shrill cry of banshee screamers

the clouds obscured and becalmed

the acrid smoke tainting the moment

now something dead and for disposal

fading away

wraith like

to marinate in the residue of bitterness

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