Sleepy Hollow, a Halloween poem, is in Spillwords Magazine.

My Halloween poem ‘Sleepy Hollow’ is at Spillwords Magazine, and thank you to Dagmara and her team for selecting my piece. Please go and visit my poem in Spillwords Magazine and give “Sleepy Hollow” a 💗, by clinking on this link

Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Sleepy Hollow

A big thank you to Ingrid > ExperimentsInFiction, for accepting my late entry into her Halloween/ Sonnet Sunday list of articles that she posted on her site..visit her fabulous site via this link >>

Featured Image above, and the Photo below, are by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for kindly allowing me to reproduce his photos on my site.

Sleepy Hollow

We come from a land down-under

Where men eat green pumpkin and cucumber

Our bayside town is called Sleepy Hollow

Where the nights are too quiet for owls and swallows

Here, Halloween spirits live beyond the outer limits

And are only allowed to visit at sunsets dying minutes

During the full moon’s twilight zone 

We drink goanna juice from orange cones

And consume barbecued prawns by the dozen

While watching the bon-fires glow above the blue horizon

We send our children to gather grubs and magic mushrooms

From the haunted paths between the old witch’s tombs

And when they return we all fly away on iridescent brooms

Ivor Steven (c) November 2021