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Welcome one and all to the Halloween Edition of Poetry Friday. Please post your spooky poems on the pallet and links here.
Haven't tried writing a poem for the season yet? No worries. I have some prompts for you. At a recent workshop, participants did erasure poetry with excerpts from Edgar Allen Poe, I'll have my erasure poem on the padlet from Ligeia. It was one of his earlier stories, published in 1838. Below are three excerpts for you to try your hand. 
Or maybe one of these phrases strike your fancy.
At the workshop, I wrote this: Prompt: Moonlit GraveyardAll Hallows’ Eve: For Beth Full moon rising Gravestones reflect the light Silent wanders of the night We stood with flashlights Silent Last year your ghost story shivered in our bones we trembled and no one dared to tell another This year, under the seed moon We stand with flashlights Silent And leave an autumn bouquet ©jone rush macculloch, 2025
Finally, I offer this. I discovered a tarot deck that is all from the writing of Edgar Allan Poe. It's by Trisha Leigh Shufelt. They are great for sparking a poem. Mine from the 3 of candles in on the Padlet. I selected three cards from the major arcana.
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Sarah at Sarah Grace Tuttle is at the helm this poetry Friday. She's updated her blog and website and there's much to explore. Last week, I was in my hometown, attending my 55th high school reunion. We were the first graduating class of the school and the two years below us were all very close so we do our reunions together. It was both exciting and poignant and overwhelming. I have struggled with my emotions to capture the moment. So today I am sharing a VERY rough Haibun about the weekend. Feedback is welcome.  Four of the five us attended the same elementary school, Abraham Lincoln. In 1969, as 16 and 17 YO we traveled to France for a summer school trip. Fifty-five Years Later June 17, 1970, the first graduating class of Royal High School, walked across the outdoor stage. 300 plus graduates. The classes of 1971 and 1972 watched and cheered us know their turn would be next. We parted ways, some chasing hopes and dreams, some fighting an unpopular war, and some becoming part of the work force. The reunions- the tenth, the twentieth, thirtieth, and fortieth were brief events marking the passages of time: jobs, marriages, kids, divorces, careers and career changes, and for some, they didn’t make it to the next reunion. The fifty year reunion was planned for October 2020. In March 2020, Covid took the reins of our lives.the world shut down. Reunion cancelled, trips cancelled, quarantined and masked up. Now fifty-five years later, the Reunion for the classes of 1970-1973. Was it really going to happen? The barn at Strathearn Historical Park with its rough hewn wood, antique equipment and tractors transformed with round tables topped with the 60’s theme and fairy lights. We arrived dressed as in high school, bell bottoms, boho dresses and tops, peace signs and flowers in our hair, psychedelic patterns along with fringed vests. Name tags with our senior photos guided us to recognize our former classmates. Within moments of chatting the familiar face came into focus. In the background the sounds of the sixties and seventies could be heard and soon the dance floor filled, dancing with abandon as we did fifty years ago. connections let’s meet in five years until then ©jone rush macculloch, 2025 I'm hosting Halloween Day! It's going to be spooky Preview: Here is a prompt list I found from @arcanapoetrypress @cozyinpress.
Write a poem and then share on October 31st! It's Halloween. Have you ever taken a dare on Halloween?  Addison W. Lee House, constructed 1888. This house was around the corner from my childhood home (1958-1963). As a child, I was afraid of a tiny old woman and her St. Bernand who lived in a house down the street from my house. I was convinced this woman was a witch and that she would cast spells on the neighborhood houses. (The lights in those houses would be out at night if she hast put her spell on them). Carrie Clickard was a guest author at Today's Little Ditty, in 2017. She challenged us to write a poem about a person, place, or thing which scared or spooked you as a child. Michelle Barnes, selected the poem below to be part of her collection, The Best of Today's Little Ditty: 2017-2018, published in 2019. I moved from Monrovia in 1963. It was that year that this magnificent house was torn down, making way for a housing development,  Designed by Moe Phillips with Canva  Did you know? Snèap (turnips) were the first Jack O' Lanterns. Tuesday in Scottish Gaelic class, I found some Halloween phrases and worked to create a "found" poem with them.
If you ever want to know what ELL (English Language Learners) go through, I suggest learning a new language. I decided to record my poem. Halting, unsure, hesitant but I did it. You can find it here: https://youtu.be/eoxf6n8-pNo. Enjoy.  Head on over to Linda at TeacherDance who is hosting our Halloween Eve Poetry Friday posts. Linda has a prose poem and another, "Sill Halloween". Enjoy. WINNER, WINNER, PUMPIN PIE DINNER: JAMA, you won a copy of THIS POEM IS A NEST. Congrats!
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