Halloween Stroll

Photo by AVR 2010

Halloween Stroll

Crackle, crackle

Dusty shadows

Crunch and cackle

Follow hollow

Pounding footsteps

Cracks of thunder

Broken branches

Over, under

Snap and scream

Spooky Doppler

The Big Bopper

Sings Chantilly lace

And a pretty face

But I digress

As trees undress

On this unholy

Wooded path

To who knows where

I stroll and stare

At the murky water

The misted river

Seems to swerve

Around the curve

Of my pretty neck

As I do swear

This wretched dream

Will be my last trek

Unnerved through this

Forest preserve

On Halloween

© Alice Vedral Rivera – 10/30/2014 12:11pm

The Boys' Camp - The Camp Series

The first poem in my 'Camp Series' of poems about my time at Camp Hostýn in Canada in 1961 & 1962.  I wrote 6 poems in 2006, another 9 in 2010 and 6 in September of this year.  I think I will write 4 more to bring the total to 25.  I have written them in third person, the adult me looking back at me the child.  My very 1st poems (in Czech) were actually 'published' in the camp pamphlets and were included in the 1979  Camp Hostýn booklet.

THE BOYS’ CAMP

 

Through the woods

The air – scented

A subtle hint of pine

Tents on platforms

Circling where trees

Had faced slaughter

Smoldering ashes

Remnants of the

Sacrificial fire

At the center point

© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2006

Camp Hostýn in 1979