Saturday, October 19, 2013

Time for Dinner.

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.


Brian Miller said...

that fungus...cups of nectar is so cool and what vivid colors too...


Excellent words and photos. Loved the colors in your photos! -- barbara

Joanne Noragon said...

Children may not linger for treats on this doorstep, but the witch has quite a number of "lovlies" to enjoy.

joeh said...


messymimi said...

A feast -- for the eyes!

Margie said...


Red said...

Clever with your poem,s and photos.

Granny Annie said...

Your Room Without Walls is always such a delight.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

You are amazing
and the greatest part
is that you do not realize it...

Pauline said...

Oi! Makes me glad I sleep through Halloween. What are the dried blossom cups at the center of the witch's table?

SueAnn Lommler said...

Come closer if you dare. Woooooooo

Rachel Cotterill said...

Those fungi are just astonishing! Very autumnal :)

ellen abbott said...

Love the ghostly footprints and the orange mushrooms.

Kay said...

This is such a perfect Halloween post. That mushroom is beautiful though perhaps deadly?