Trick or Treat?

witchy poo cartooned

I spy a bowl of candy,

It lures me up the stairs,

     I feel the goosebumps dot my skin,

                   as I near the witches’ lair.

What secrets do they harbor?

What evil brews inside?

Should I grab the candy,

or should I run and hide?

My arms feel like cannon balls,

my feet feel like lead,

If I take the candy,

will I end up dead?

I take a step backwards,

the door opens wide,

and a gnarled, claw-like hand

beckons me inside!

Before I know what’s happening,

I’m running down the street,

‘Cuz, the last thing I plan to be,

 is the witch’s treat!

copyright 2017 Deanie Roman
Witchy-Poo Ceramics by Anita S. Romagnoli




The Gnome


gnome~ ~Faster Kitty faster,

run to your master,

nasty boys chopped off your tail!

~ ~Yet, who is to blame?

Who meows her disdain?

Who hisses and spits on each male?


~ ~Scurry through the vines,

the boys close behind,

meows echo your anguish and pain.

~ ~Faster Kitty faster,

run to your master,

to the hut at the end of the lane.

~ ~Arms raised high,

shouting down the sky,

Master summons a name.

~ ~Fearing the gnome,

the boys race home,

their guts twisting in dread.

shadow person (1)~ ~At length, they sleep,

then, in shadow’s creep,

snatching each boy from their beds.

~~Never again are they seen,

Apart from Halloween,

where they wander the streets without heads.

copyright 2017 Deanie Roman


The Attic

attic-1 (1)

It kneels by a bedside,

It kills without remorse,

and in a pool of moonlight, feasts upon a corpse.

Its coiled tongue scoops up blood into

Its open maw,

Tendons slide off the bone,

Its talons rip and claw.

Once the carcass is plucked clean,

It bundles up the rest,

and creeps up the hidden

ladder to Its attic nest.

copyright Oct 2017 Deanie Roman

Beware the Witch


The harvest moon obscures the night, when All Hallow’s Eve is Nigh.

Beware the witch as she takes flight, a shadow in the sky.

She seeks the souls of the young, currying favor with her Master.

The promise of fear, blood and tears propels her gnarled broom faster.

Bar the door!

Draw the shades!

Gather your children near!

Or, be the one to bear witness, when the witch appears.

copyright 2017 Deanie Roman

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