Marcia Mackle was a timid tween.
Locked herself away,
The night before Halloween-
Because she feared the spooky holiday.
“We’ll have none of that,”
Insisted wise Mama Mackle.
She got Marcia a pointy black hat,
Then taught her how to cackle;
And manage a straw-bristled broom,
Responsibly conjure a spell,
Stir a cauldron of bubbling stew-
Marcia took to training well.
Mama Mackle beamed
As Marcia’s confidence grew.
“Halloween doesn’t scare me,
“I know what to do!”
Marcia haunted Halloween night
With her beloved black cat, Boo.
Never did she squeal in fright,
But she scared a ghoul or two!
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I imagine those who regularly read my blog might be confused about how I went from soul gathering to childlike poem in the matter of 24 hours. My mind is a strange place. That’s all I can say!
My blogging friend, Nancy, at Spirit Lights the Way, wrote a 100-word story and helped spread the word about Susanna Hill’s 3rd Annual Halloweensie Contest. I wrote something last year, so I decided to write again so I didn’t break my chain! Click the link above to Susanna’s blog to read other responses, or check out the rules and submit your own story.