Hope yours was magic, mirth and mystery…
Porchlights all a-glare
Breath held in expectation
Of whom we hope to scare
Necksore from constant craning
We side eye here and there
Glad that it’s not raining
On the Haunt we want to share
Footfalls drawing nearer
Ears prickle at the sound
Rustles of hustled furor
Echoed through the ground
What gathering of stitches
represent the costume trends?
Is it a group of witches,
or super hero friends?
Alas it’s just a lone dog
Not werewolves on parade
Just leaves scraping sidewalks
And not a zombie raid
Cones tumbling at random
Aren’t spiders on attack
Not thrills but chills in tandem
Cause those shivers down my back
Is the order of the night.
Waiting on congregation
As capriciousness takes flight
Patience sorely tested
Spirits wait for their reprieve
Sure to end up fete and fested
On this eve of Hallows Eve
- by A.E.
Some wonderful examples of how a design aesthetic can add fun to the fantastic – click on pics or links to follow back and check out other offerings of sweet and sublime mod monster examples of Halloween, and get your swing on in style!
I took it to heart and stepped near to the cart and emerged in a waxing moon.
These resplendent works of artist Debbie Criswell are not only charming and whimsical depictions of what we are all looking forward to at the end of this month, but also delightful reminders of the nostalgia we seek to hold onto and create ourselves. I bid you all a long, slow month of days and eves towards our collective fete.
…at last! It’s time to drag out, dust off, plan and prep and post. The weather may belie the Season, but for those of you tuning in you’ve been at the bit awhile now (as myself) just waiting for the calendar to flip over and for August to close on another heady Summer. Fall is here, even if the barometer says otherwise. In an effort to create some sort of weekly connectivity for this blog I’ve decided to go with weekly readings of some writing I’ve been working on. If all goes as planned, they will take us all the way through October, hope you can tag along. I’ll be signing up again with Countdown to Halloween, look for the badge and link coming soon, its a great way to visit other blogs through the season, as well as the usual miscellany to be found here, now I gotta go de-bubble wrap something…
I am watching my clock countdown the minutes until this 31st dwindles down to moments and memories. There were a few memorable quirks to the day and the evening, I hope you can all say the same. As the tomb shuts on this Hallow’s Eve, I draw a final breath of cinnamon stick candle wafting up from the scorched insides of gutted gourds, I gather the crinkled remains of candy skins in their bright coverings shriveled and torn, destined for the recycle bin, and take a long last look up and down the street as porch lights dim, jackos darken and light shows blink and die. I sigh, shrug my shoulders, turn and close the door behind me. The house goes dark and here I am at the keyboard…already thinking about Halloween 2018 – I wonder what that escapade will reveal? So much to plan and plot and ply, as the season passes by…so quickly, much too quickly this year. Thanks to all of you who stopped to look around this blog, more thanks to Countdown to Halloween for highlighting another great batch of blogs this year, always so much fun to see what others are up to. I will poke through the leftover candy and ponder…mmmmm….Junior Mints! Rest In Peace Halloween 2017. I will remember you fondly.
For those of you awed by the odd…Haunters everywhere, a good night!
Whispered words of patience, tickling my ear
The summer crawl, the wait for fall
That highlight of the year
random scribbled drawings, and mundane seeming lists
will help devise a dark surprise
a Hallows Evening tryst
long preoccupation upon a nightmare scene
as yard or lot like canvas taut
transformed by grisly theme
silently I labor, and daily it unfolds
all to create fright filled landscape
the Haunters story told
months in preparation, at last the visions done
the lights the fog the folks agog
a play for old and young
hordes dwindle slowly with anticipation sated
I’m left with thoughts of greater plots
I wouldn’t change a moment, or alter inclination
I’ll persevere, each hallowed year
In this haunters occupation.
Revise by A.E., September 2017
Thursday nights. My sister and I take a weekly nighttime walk round our neighborhoods during the Fall, we do this specially to see the decorations in yards and on porches. These “spooky walks” serve to heighten our anticipation for Halloween, but they also create a wonderful shiver up the spine tingle that propels us one week to the next during September and October, even when décor and haunts are slow to emerge. Our own imaginations are enough at these times, the usual sights and sounds of a suburban street transformed into intriguing murmurs of “malevolent mirth”. Long shadows thrown from streetlamps and porch lights, the far-off sounds of garbled conversations or t.v.’s drifting from second story windows, creaking gates from indiscernible sources and erratic gusts blown through trimmed trees and banks of fallen leaves, pushed into swirls like slithering snakes across our path. We encounter random “haunting” objects; a pumpkin on a porch awaiting its fiery grin, a lone shrouded figure hanging off a scraggy tree, or the odd string of orange lights wound haphazardly on rooftops or fence lines. Dogs bark and growl at imagined slights, cats slink along drives, undaunted and furtive. We step quickly by the garages with opened doors and darkened interiors, and laugh nervously at a car door slamming shut in the distance. We remark on the absence of folks out walking, the too quiet traffic on the roads and the general pervading stillness. As though the whole neighborhood was blanketed in the anticipation we feel, and the sense of tethered thrill wasn’t just a flight of fancy but actual and waiting to be realized. Eventually we turn homewards and we whisper inspired plots and plans back and forth, heads twisting to continually observe our surroundings. Our pace increasing along with the knowledge of time running down, elapsing steadily towards that night of madcap and mayhem, these walks the long breath drawn in, till the eventual exhale into Eve.