All Hallow’s Eve
Scratches on the door and screeches in the night
Swarms of ghoulish children determined to incite
lots of sighs of terror as a shiny harvest moon
rises to full height to a werewolf’s keening tune
accompanied by the rattle of locks attached to chains
dragged along the sidewalks to create refrains
to the ghostly moanings that can’t be soothed by reason,
thanks to macabre images of this ghastly season.
The front gate of the haunted house swings upon its hinges
as warlocks and zombies await us at the fringes
of the woods that we must cross if we are bent on meeting
all our fellow ghosts and witches bent on Halloweening.
Prompt words for the Sunday Whirl Wordle are: scratches screeches soothes fringe image sighs locks shiny rises swarm ghoulish night

The old days when costumes were homemade.
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676 doesn’t seem to have anything to do with this so I just went with Halloweeny pictures. Cool poem and wonderful old black & white photo! I can’t even remember how many Halloween’s I dressed just like that. I guess sheets were cheaper back then because my mother always seemed to have at least one spare available for ghostly walks through the neighborhood.
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Well done with all the words Judy 👍🏼👍🏼
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Oh so scary – booo!
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Eeek!
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Good one, Judy!
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