She was
good with make-up.
Spooky monster,
pumpkin-warm red
filled with
blood-fanged fire.
After dark
Vampires
Trick or Treat
with teeth.
Would you like
someone to eat?
Orange Eve.
I burn for you.
Together we celebrate skin
in day-glow October,
silent but for this sound-
moaning.
Ask the blue Autumn Ghoul
which way the wind howls.
He will tell you:
It runs, rustles
like a shrieking partyful
of bats.
This is just for fun, so have some fun while reading it.
Refrigerator magnet poem experimentation
October 2002 Copyright, All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World...you were
perhaps, thinking...some place else?
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