Halloween Haikus


Forest of pitch and gloom
promise men carnal fortunes
with a witches smile
Did you blink and miss
floating eyes and toothy grin
Hee, Hee, What a Fool
It stands in the hall
one foot closer every night
Door locked tight, Knock, knock 
Dapper ghosts party
Halloween is upon them
drink, dance, and go Boo!

The Monsters we Name


Name a monster some say and it's yours for life.

Many may never know it's true name or nature
yet they usually tend to make one up and ascribe 
to it all the foul attributes of hell.

Why, they will be so proud of the monster they 
have invented as to shout its direness from 
the highest rooftops as they give it
a blanket so it doesn't catch 
cold under their bed. 

All the while the real monsters
slink and slyly wink as 
you share a drink 
with them over dinner 
along with friendly banter 
of the utmost esteem.

by Philip Wardlow   October 7th, 2021








October


When you are a child you are in touch with the old magic that rides the winds
in the month of October.

It's palpable, tangible, substantial in the air at night when the moon is
full and darkness descends and the cool winds blow through the almost naked
trees clinging.

Often, you laid in your bed, blanket held high, tight just below your eyes, as you
stared at the shadows dancing, tapping just outside your window creeping,
because every sound, every movement, outside or in, was more
ominous in the enchanting halls that you called the days of October.

From one to thirty-one you knew you marched certainly to your gleeful deaths
under the blue shadowed sky cast by a vengeful moon that had nothing better to do than to spy on you as you tried to sleep a fitful sleep.

As a child, you loved to fear, but feared to know the full extent that your fear could roam
and go, but roam you did. And Fear always got the best of you, wide eyes and all as
you ran to your Ma or Pa.

Secretly though, even consoled, you loved the tenseness of that feeling,
that soul reeling fright, the goosebumps crawling across your skin at night.

You relished that magic, that what-if of awfulness lurking.

Life was alive in you. Breathing like a bellowed fired, and wanting to escape from that feeling was never a question truly ever posed
in the slightest.


by Philip Wardlow ~ October 1st of 2021