Halloween Matching Contest - 3 - Fall 2017 • Millikin University

home alone
floorboard creaks
i hide under the covers

shower running
the creak creak
of the floorboards

empty library
walls creak     slowly
rats

friends explore
the abandoned house
it's empty . . . no longer

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haunted house
the young girl tugs
on her father’s shirt

looking around the room
the little fairy
tries to find her mother

crunch of dead leaves . . .
hairs on neck
stand straight up

bumpy hay ride
zombies emerge
from the woods

 

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popout decor in my front yard
little red riding hood
falls down

a clown no longer hides
the little girl
screams

a knock on the door
she looks through the peephole
an eye stares back

bitter cold
ballerinas, superheroes, doctors
bundled in coats and scarves

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masks, costumes, and make-up
we pretend to be who we are not
a daily occurence

finally alone
she replaces her mask
with a Halloween mask

plump pumpkin
I cut into
smiley face illuminated

Jack-o-lanterns gawk
while she struts by
a skimpy costume

© 2017, Randy Brooks • Millikin University. All rights returned to authors upon publication.

 

Halloween Matching Contest, part 2

 

no plans
new bag of candy—
I wait for the doorbell

ring of the doorbell
it’s not for me
they want the treats

jack-o-lanterns light up
the porch
a forgotten neighbor

Halloween night
a brave ghost approaches
the house on the corner

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first halloween
baby becomes
a little devil

hand in our candy bowl
my witch-of-a-mother scolds me
fake wart

end of the night
i’ll trade you my reeses
for your twizzlers!

looking through
the night's treasure
“Who gave me an apple?”

 

© 2017, Randy Brooks • Millikin University. All rights returned to authors upon publication.