Halloween Behind the Scenes
A poem about the spookiest time of year

The moments before the lights go out, Polishing the last patch of the moon. The velvet darkness stretched and worn, Because Halloweentime starts real soon.
So the vampires brush their fangs again. And witches begin back-combing their hair. Mummies replace all their bandages. In a mirror, Medusa rehearses her stare.
Zombies heat their brains in the microwave. Ghosts are tumble-drying their sheets. Frankenstein tightens his neck bolts. As it’s the hour for all the tricks and the treats.
Cauldrons are plucked from the dishwasher. Dracula even chose to skip tea. Prepping and practising for the moment of truth. To be the spookiest they possibly can be.
Because moments from now it is showtime. Their debut, their twenty four hours of fame. Any second now October will call action! On the night where no two screams are the same.






