Halloween
by the BORED BARD
.
the wind rides-bareback
inside opaque skies
fireflies flick-flicker
.
the moon runs riot
through the gaps
negative clouds clash
with positive intentions
.
the landscape lights up
wobbling momentarily green
then skeletal black
leaving behind the
phosphorescence outlines of witches
stirring their luke-warm cauldrons
.
thunder breaks
broomsticks scatter
.
“and all that hubble bubble”