“Pomona's Feast by Stewart Stafford Home from aggressive begging on November Eve, A horror movie that won't be finished in the background, The pirate's booty or robber's swag is examined. Face in the bag, a cornucopia of scents in the nostrils: Oranges, nuts, burnt popcorn, chocolate, Toffee apples, crisps, Liquorice Allsorts, and Rice Krispie cakes. A smörgåsbord Pomona's feast begins, As a maternal voice advises frugality, To no avail. Noses in the trough, Nothing eaten bears any relation to the thing eaten before or after, Aching gums, jaws, and bellies swiftly ensue. To bed to sleep it off, The next morning, it's déjà vu, The maternal voice again advises eating breakfast first, to no avail. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.” PoetryPoemHalloweenChildhood MemoriesSamhainTrick Or TreatAll Hallows EveHalloween PoemOctober 31stNovember Eve Author:Stewart Stafford
“The Phantastic Phantasms by Stewart Stafford Halloween Henry sitting on top of a pumpkin he made Eyes are ablaze Morbid Melissa breastfeeding strychnine to all of the babes Her smile never fades Don’t you see that darkness creeping? It’s a nightmare without sleeping Trick-or-Treat Trevor knocking on doors with no head to display It’s his headless way Emmet The Clownface Haunting the grounds of an old children’s school He’s nobody’s ghoul On a carpet of Autumn leaves They’re around every All Hallow’s Eve Sam O’Terry counting the bones of his earthly remains None of them lame Simon-Whose-Head-Hurts taking his 920th overdose Chemically verbose They will always do their worst On October the 31st ©Stewart Stafford, 2018. All rights reserved.” HalloweenDark HumourSamhainPhantasmAll Hallows EveHalloween PoemHalloween PoemsAll HallowsHalloween CreaturesHalloween Beasts Author:Stewart Stafford
“November 1st, All Saints Day, Dawned crisp and bright, Golden leaves and burned-out husks of fireworks, Lay strewn in the grass by the smouldering bonfire.” HalloweenNovemberPumpkinTrick Or TreatBack To SchoolHalloween PoemHalloween PoemsAll Saints DayNovember 1stThe Day After Halloween Author:Stewart Stafford
“Leaves crumble under my feet as I walk, the scent of fallen apples and damp soil in air, the shadowlands felt in the mist hanging over the fields, ancient whispers awaken the night.” Nature QuotesSamhainAutumn QuotesHallows EveHalloween QuotesHalloween Poem Author:Solstice
“The Reaper's Harvest by Stewart Stafford Vast underworld gates open on Samhain night, The grail Sun winters there, in paling sight. Unquiet spirits swarm forth in feral misprision, Trick-or-treat landlords knock in spectral vision. Autumn, perennially-early to Death's season, Winter's welcome overstayed in icy reason. Spring's distant wave thrills in emerging seed, Summer's blush in full alignment decreed. Snowflake to blossom, and greenery to withering; As effigy reminders of cyclical dithering, Seasonal standing stones sink to shifting sands, Saplings of the forest’s new strength, in nature’s hands. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” SeasonsAfterlifeHalloweenSeasons Of LifeSamhainNature PoetryAll Hallows EveHalloween PoemHalloween PoemsOctober 31st Author:Stewart Stafford
“The Revenant by Stewart Stafford The golden ball in the sky adopts an adios hue, And kisses the world a fond adieu, The predators that thrive in its absence appear, Their shadows and eyeshine our darkest fears. The Revenant stirs from subterranean limbo, With bloodied fangs and glowing eyes akimbo, To survive and stagger the bloodlust way, Until fasting begins at break of day. Hear the tap at your window, The solitary song, Embrace the contagion, No matter how wrong. Feel the frigid skin, The piercing bite, And live in their troth, At one with night. Then recline in their grave, In eternal embrace, And rise at sundown, A gothic Queen of Disgrace. © Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.” PoetryPoemHorrorVampireVampiresGothicPoems Of Blood And PassionHalloween PoemHalloween PoemsRevenant Author:Stewart Stafford
“A pumpkin lives but once a year when someone sets its soul afire and on that night it stirs up fear until its flame is snuffed. But e'en one night of eerie light is fright enough.” Richelle GoodrichRichelle E GoodrichRichelleHalloweenHallows EveHalloween QuotesHalloween PoemHalloween Poems Book:Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year Source: Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year