Halloween is my favorite holiday.
As a little kid, I loved to dress up and pretend I was a different person.
Here I was a princess
and, here, a ballerina.
(Both costumes were
sown by my grandmother.)
Even as an adult, I love taking on a different persona.
I'm dressed as Snow White
and holding my book,
The Gospel According to
the Seven Dwarfs.
Here are two Halloween poems:
HALLOWEEN PARTY
We're having a Halloween party at school.
I'm dressed up like Dracula. Man, I look cool!
I dyed my hair black, and cut off my bangs.
I'm wearing a cape and some fake plastic fangs.
I put on some makeup to paint my face white,
like creatures that only come out in the night.
My fingernails, too, are all pointed and red.
I look like I'm recently back from the dead.
Mom drops me off, and I run into school
and suddenly feel like the world's biggest fool.
The other kids stare like I'm some kind of freak-
the Halloween party is not till next week.
by Kenn Nesbitt
from his book,
When The Teacher Isn't Looking (2005)
Fie fean I svarte helvete
by Marsha Segerberg
The clutch on my broom
is acting up
or maybe it's the carburetor.
I'm not an expert
but the ride has become
twitchy and
the backfires are giving me
a headache.
When I'm crossing the moon
it's the silhouette
that counts. I can't be looking
like a drone
from Disneyland. It's dangerous
out there.
The other night a missile
went flying by.
I barely snagged it on re-entry but
my hat blew off.
I had to drop down to pick it up
and was late
for the gathering and they stirred
the kettle without me!
Fie faen I svarte helvete!
(I'm told by the author that the title and last line are the worst thing one can say in Norwegian.)
