Poetry Pleases: Halloween
Marjorie Parkinson presents a poem for Halloween
Over the centuries we’ve been a’ feared
of many types of things –
Witches, elves, sprites, goblins
and anything with wings.
The poor Pendle Witches -
who didn’t stand a chance.
If they survived the ducking stool,
at the end of a rope they’d dance.
Today the kids watch and worry
about things from Centre Earth,
And the types of sprites and hobbits
to whom it’s given birth.
But we’re here, it’s a Tuesday,
time for Friendship Club.
All this is superstition.
I’ll just give this lamp a rub!
