Halloween Poem by Peter (Prof) Fox

Who hollowed out the pumpkin and carved a silly face
Who scooped out all the seeds and left a glimmer in its place
The japes of Halloween are bravado cloaking fear
There's not much levity, for tonight's the reckoning of the year

All through the light of summer we strove to fill the store
Now as the dusk 's upon us there's no chance to get some more
This ancient point of crisis is the end of the peasant's work
As the Celts full well knew, the rest is down to luck

The golden god of summer is going to his rest
The steely winter goddess is going to be our test
She wakes and waits and watches for weaknesses to show
Then shrieks and strikes and smothers everything in snow

Tonight at dusk the hidden knife of night comes down
To cut off life. To stab to death. To take away the friends around.
Who hollowed out the pumpkin and carved a silly face
Who scooped out all the seeds and left just a glimmer in its place