My grade school years still live in Halloween costume day memories,
I came as Zorro, who was my god, replete with plastic sword, black cape and garb,
strutting so courageously in the parade with ghosts, goblins, witches and fairies,
following came the magic of our carnival where pumpkins protected against monsters,
haunted house in the classroom terrified with peeled grapes for eyeballs.
How the mind of a eight year old found so much to fear and love in shadows,
savoring trick or treating during nights when kids could wander streets carefree,
convinced there were zombies hiding in the trees, but my sword would save us,
came to house with headless corpse on the porch (stuffed, but real in our imaginations),
when it moaned from hidden speaker, we ran home, with more fright than candy.
Author notes
Prompt ~ Free verse: Describe your most fun memory of the fall season...
A contest entry
- 'Quickie-Quickie' by Poet Muse.
900 points, ended August 31, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great take on the best memories from fall season. Grade school Halloween costumes and memories from the many seasons and magic of the carnival atmosphere with best loved shadows. The zombies, zorro, ghosts and goblins with witch and fairy. All wallow in this past holiday with headless watchers that give candy to all willing to greet the keepers with "Trick or Treat".


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Thank you for entering our contest with your wonderful poem. Good luck to you, Poet!!!
Peace, Cyn

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Deliciously spooky memories. I shiver.

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a great poem full of some great imagery I liked the lines two-five and three- five in stanza two good luck in the contest


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Memories! Our childhood days of fun and fantasy. Well written poet.

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Great Write Brother,
Thanks for sharing your talented soul!
All the best within the contest!
-Bro Timothy

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I wish I had your gifts as a storyteller. This is free and easy reading poetry.


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lol...this is great! Oh, I love to read words like yours. Love, Lane


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