Samhain Sorrows
Why do you mock us? With your costumed attire more suitable for the bordello than for posing as one of us. While we, breaching the veil between worlds, feel again the bitter cold and ravenous hunger we knew in life.
And what feast do you prepare for us, now?
Children crying out, “trick or treat!” to receive morsels of sugar. They are better served than us! Gone the feasting halls reserved for us alone. Lost, the banquet tables lavished with cooked meat, the fruits of the harvest, and fine wine.
Yet you dare to scream when we bare our faces to you. You shiver in fright when we pour out our desperation. You scream in terror when we shake you for some slim gesture of humanity.
We were you, once! But know this: You will be us, one day.
Then you will reap the sorrows of the Samhains you’ve sown!
lost bonfires
a screech owl in flight
across the moon
Bjorn over at dVerse challenges us to write from the perspective of the monster that scare us. Happy Halloween!
Toads’ Tuesday Poetry Platform asks for an Autumn poem, they get THE Autumn poem! 😉
Frank J. Tassone 
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