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Poem Using a Poe Tarot Card by Jone Rush MacCulloch

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Poem Using a Poe Tarot Card by Jone Rush MacCulloch

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enturous Times

I lit three candles

Smoldering mugwort and sage filled the room

on the eve of the No Kings protest

I heard my ancestor’s voices whispering,

You are living in a time of peril
Show unity

Protect the freedoms

I readied my sign

I readied my shoes

heeding my ancestor’s cautions

©jone rush macculloch, 2025, draft

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Whisper-Singing a Phantom Lullaby

Let me sing you a lullaby!

It tells of phantoms rushing by.

They’d heard a tale of special treats–

Earthling offerings, Oh, so sweet,

but only on a special night

when humans tried to be a fright,

creating changes in what they wear.

Their expectations, a cry of fear,

donning flashy costumes to pretend

to scare the neighbors, and maybe friends.

They didn’t know that others came –

phantoms, best at playing this game.

Though they were illusions, when nighttime ended;

many wondered why their treats had dwindled.

More than candy, sometimes a mask

was thought all ended in the trash.

Mothers were scolding the wee ones returning.

They’d eaten too much they had been yearning.

But the kids told how when cold breezes rushed by,

The candy nestled deeper, explaining the “why”!

Especially on Halloween, there may be fear,

And truth may be twisted when Phantoms appear.

It’s fun to sing a lullaby of things unforeseen

when sugar-loving phantoms create a scary scene

Linda Baie ©

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A Theory of Halloween, or why my pumpkins are always smiling

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A Theory of Halloween, or why my pumpkins are always smiling