POETRY

Evening Run on All Hallows’ Eve

a spur of the moment poem

credit: Darkmoon_Art

I glide through darkness —
tracing familiar terrain turned exotic
by undulating hills of fallen-raked leaves
now so many itinerant arabesque sand dunes
I pass zeals of zombies, murders of mummies
sleuths of superheroes, pods of princesses
and, bloodcurdlingest of all, throngs of
teenagers with heads convincingly