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Post Halloween poem

In the arms of death

the witches breath

exhaled garlic onto vampires.

Pumpkins smiles were warped

onto plates came the food,

made for her entire brood.

Mrs Grotbag had her way,

among her children she held sway,

worms and bunyans, curled up toenails.

In her arms lies a child, pretty as can be.

In love with her she is, her golden babe,

places a charm bracelet around her

a wooden cross around her neck to keep her safe

for when faced with doom she flies

on her broomstick to the afterlife.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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