black birds flying from left to right
salt over your shoulder as the clock strikes midnight
blue bottle trees keep the haints at bay
boo hags on the bedpost suck your breath away
black cats lurking to cross your path
jump the cracks or face the reaper's wrath
stare in the mirror but don't dare blink
gurgling sounds rise from the sink
a pin in the poppet inflicts the pain
an evil eyed curse to jinx your name
ominous clouds shroud the hunter's moon
witches of the night mount their brooms
bonfires blaze on all hallows eve
omens portend the future if you believe
It’s always interesting to find out where superstitions originate like touch wood originated from pagans who believed in tree spirits that protected them. I feel that could definitely be my thing as I think trees do protect us in more ways than we realize. I can’t do the mirror one though because I do mosaics and I love broken mirrors.
I love your poem, it reminds me of my Mum and some of the old wives tales she used to tell me…She wouldn’t even let me bring arum lilies into the house.
I think most of my superstitions came from my grandmother. Our family is from the low country in South Carolina where boo hags and haints haunt folks and everyone hangs blue bottles on the trees to capture spirits. I agree with you on the magical power of trees😊
Nice poem, Sue. It is a fun time of year; my favorite.
What I believe depends. I often “suspend belief” for my personal enjoyment or convenience.
However, I believe in science. Yet even there, I practice skeptical discernment.
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Thanks, Bill. Glad you enjoyed it 👻 I believe in science too, but I enjoy the mystique of superstition, folklore and magic🧙♀️Happy Halloween 🎃
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It’s clever technically – and when you bring together all these superstitions, you give them a kind of energy.
Good stuff- and original
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Thanks so much for reading. Glad you enjoyed it 😊
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I guess i truly hold no superstitions. Used to though, when i was younger. Nice poem though! 😊
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Thanks, Bela😊 I thought I’d outgrown these silly superstitions too until I stopped and thought about it.
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It’s kind of fun! 🤩
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Your words do have the power of creating an eerie environment! Loved it.
Shakti
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Thanks so much 😊
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It’s always interesting to find out where superstitions originate like touch wood originated from pagans who believed in tree spirits that protected them. I feel that could definitely be my thing as I think trees do protect us in more ways than we realize. I can’t do the mirror one though because I do mosaics and I love broken mirrors.
I love your poem, it reminds me of my Mum and some of the old wives tales she used to tell me…She wouldn’t even let me bring arum lilies into the house.
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I think most of my superstitions came from my grandmother. Our family is from the low country in South Carolina where boo hags and haints haunt folks and everyone hangs blue bottles on the trees to capture spirits. I agree with you on the magical power of trees😊
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I love those old stories, there is so much richness in them, and probably more meaningful than we realize.
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