The hours grow closer to All Hallows' Eve
When spirits can dance and sing and shout Boo!
The colors are bold and dark
And the shapes are strange and amorphous.
The small creatures run rapidly to hide
Even carelessly slipping through white pools
They would otherwise avoid.
The Witch has her cups fulls of nectar for guests
Each cup more potent than the last
With all witches' favorite potions.
Mortals call this one the Jack-o-Lantern mushroom
With Gills being the harbinger of the poison
And an ability to light the way with bio-luminescence at the witching hour!
The Witch's bouquet
Sits scratchy and harsh and dying
In the center of the table
And then she lights the candles
And with her toothless grin
Invites us to join in her interesting repast.
that fungus...cups of nectar is so cool and what vivid colors too...
ReplyDeleteExcellent words and photos. Loved the colors in your photos! -- barbara
ReplyDeleteChildren may not linger for treats on this doorstep, but the witch has quite a number of "lovlies" to enjoy.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!
ReplyDeleteA feast -- for the eyes!
ReplyDeleteClever with your poem,s and photos.
ReplyDeleteYour Room Without Walls is always such a delight.
ReplyDeleteYou are amazing
ReplyDeleteand the greatest part
is that you do not realize it...
Oi! Makes me glad I sleep through Halloween. What are the dried blossom cups at the center of the witch's table?
ReplyDeleteCome closer if you dare. Woooooooo
ReplyDeleteHugs
SueAnn
Those fungi are just astonishing! Very autumnal :)
ReplyDeleteLove the ghostly footprints and the orange mushrooms.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a perfect Halloween post. That mushroom is beautiful though perhaps deadly?
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