Halloween Poems
In honor of Halloween, we read and wrote "scary" poems.
Mentor Text
The Witch's Life
by Anne Sexton When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had hair like kelp and a voice like a boulder. I think of her sometimes now and wonder if I am becoming her. My shoes turn up like a jester's. Clumps of my hair, as I write this, curl up individually like toes. I am shoveling the children out, scoop after scoop. Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins. Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup? Maybe I have plugged up my sockets to keep the gods in? Maybe, although my heart is a kitten of butter, I am blowing it up like a zeppelin. Yes. It is the witch's life, climbing the primordial climb, a dream within a dream, then sitting here holding a basket of fire. | Student Work
Pitch Black Oblivion
By: Alex Nunez your body feels numb you can’t move a single muscle How does it make you feel? Panicked? Scared? Your breathing becomes shaky you realize you can’t feel a thing Your heartbeat begins to race Each time sounding like the strike of a hammer That lays your psyche in an onslaught of dread It just makes you want to scream As your mouth opens not a single shriek, screech, nor a cry for mercy sounds upon your trembling lips The haunting silence devours at your sanity The endless darkness engulfing your impending inexistence swallowing you whole Tying you Into a nightmare of Pitch Black Oblivion |