Glass: A Journal of Poetry Volume One Issue Three
Halloween
yellow triangles
hover like aches,
ignes fatui
in the gaze
of charmed squash
as children giggle,
guised as old scratch,
zeus, hobgoblins, wraiths-
rabbits and wolves,
pookas and pucks,
refugees
from sarcophagi-
reapers, angels,
rakehells, sylphs
who cackle as they skip,
juggling snickers
and groans
while the wind knifes
through barrow leaves,
lofts them like clouds
of derelict spiders;
and the moon lubricates
her black-cat eye
with a cloudy
witch-cape rush.