Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Halloween Already?

Photo courtesy Karolina Michalak

I’m not alone in noticing how time accelerates as we grow older, and as the seasons grow ever more brief the holidays are gone in a wink.  This poem by Nancy Price about Halloween catches a little of that.  She’s an Iowan whose poems are so heartfelt, clear and useful that we could run them every week and none of you would complain. [Introduction by Ted Kooser.]





Trick or Treat
The ghost is a torn sheet,
the skeleton’s suit came from a rack in a store
the witch is flameproof, but who knows
what dark streets they have taken here?
Brother Death, here is a candy bar.
For the lady wearing the hat from Salem: gum.
And a penny for each eye, Lost Soul.
They fade away with their heavy sacks.
Thanks!  I yell just in time.
                                                 Thanks for another year!

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2007 by Nancy Price from her book of poetry Two Voices and a Moon, Malmarie Press, 2007.  Reprinted by permission of Nancy Price. Introduction copyright 2012 by The Poetry Foundation.  The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006.

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4 comments:

Kelly said...

....it caught up with us too. We were carving our pumpkins when the first Trick or Treaters came knocking! Hope you had a wonderful evening!

Oregon Gifts of Comfort and Joy said...

Love it! We don't do much around here, or have many visitors, because all the kids head downtown instead of on our kinda dark rural road.

I do miss seeing them, and I remember how carefully we would choose our costumes when we were little.

Kathy M.

Kathy A. Johnson said...

Thanks, Kelly--we did have a good evening. Hope you did, too!

Kathy A. Johnson said...

Kathy--My son was like that. He hated to commit to a costume, so we were always scrambling at the last minute.