The word today for FALL & HALLOWEEN is
SPOOKY WALK at NIGHT.
Years ago I wrote a piece called “The House on Madison Street”.
It was something I composed for a poetry night reading. I thought about this piece the past few days and wondered if I’d ever use the street and house again. When my husband brought up the words for today, I thought I’d be nice to do a new piece about the house. What I decided to do was make it into an evening stroll destination for a couple walking in the night. It’s something they do once a year, walk along toward the house and let their imagination run wild with thoughts of Halloween things. I actually can picture it in my mind, passing the old cemetery thinking I see dancing shadows; hearing a bird and owl in a tree and seeing a cat here and there. To me it’s all things spooky for this time of the year. I have not seen many outside decorations this year as in the past. One reason they may begin be decorating this weekend or maybe not doing so due to COVID-19.
When we lived in Pennsylvania we would decorate the front room as you walked into the house. We had a skeleton sitting on the small couch dressed in a lacy suit and large picture hat; it held a withered bouquet. A sign on her read ‘still waiting for perfect man’. Out on the porch in a chair sat another one. There was a motion activated flying bat on the chandelier. A blow up coffin and skeleton sat near a window on a tabled platform with bouquet of flowers around it as if it were a body in funeral home. We put a tee shirt (not saying which NFL team) on the skeleton and sign near the coffin that read ‘still waiting for super bowl win’. There were other spooky things around the room. It indeed was a fun room to decorate. When we turned the house over to the youngest, she ended up with all these things which were stored in the attic. Now that she has kids, this stuff comes in handy indeed. She is using them this year for a combined birthday party for her two oldest; them is Halloween.
I do enjoy Halloween as you must know. I can enjoy it all year.
Until tomorrow....have a great day and as always Stay Safe.
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October 7th....DAILY REFLECTIONS
Hump Day....or as I call it now the day my trash bin and I stroll to the curb
According to weather app it’ll be hot today....just would like to see a tad cool weather for October
See no rain in the forecast....but know out there another hurricane lurks....why not it’s 2020
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NIGHT WALK
© Scottie-ann Murphy
A perfect night for a spooky walk, one we
do each year
Our imagination always plays tricks on us as
we set out to the end of the street and
the old Victorian mansion
Vampire bats zoom past our heads
We enjoy our evening stroll on a warm
autumn evening
Trekking along Madison Street toward the
old gray house
The moon casts eerie shapes upon the
ground
A light breeze swirls leaves and debris
around us
Off in the distance a dog howls or perhaps
a werewolf
Across our path a black cat skitters past
It’s loud meow piercing our ears
We continue nonchalantly along the
sidewalk to the house at the end of the
street
It’s the night that zombies roam the earth
Mummies, goblins and monsters lurk in the
shadows
An owl hoots from the old elm tree where
perched upon a limb a raven shrills
It’s raspy call sounds like “Nevermore”
We show no fear, nothing can deter us from
our goal
Scurrying quickly we past the old cemetery
with the rusty broken fence
Upon on a granite mausoleum sits a
cat
Like a stalker in the night it watches us
Ghostly silhouettes appear to dance near
the ancient tombstones
Onward we hurry toward our objective, the
house on Madison Street
We do not speak, we keep vigilante to the
sounds and sights around us
The moon and stars light our way
Our journey ends as we arrive at the old
weathered structure
Candlelit Jack-O-Lanterns with evil grins
light the path toward the porch
Climbing the creaking stairs, we slow our
pace
Unsure what will await us behind the
black windowless door
Sitting statuesque two black cats with
piercing green eyes hiss loudly as if
alerting those inside
As we survey our surroundings the sounds
of a creaking door opening captures our
attention
Haunting music blaring in the background
drifts outside
A black garbed figure greets us with a
menacing scowl
“You’re late”, she bellows while motioning
us to step inside
Hesitantly we step over the threshold into
the old Victorian house on Madison
Street
It’s always the same each year, late for
grandmother Hazel’s Halloween party
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