~19th century Halloween postcard
I am inordinately fond of costumes and a big fan of tea. It occurred to me recently that it would be fun to open a tea and pastry shop, with books somehow involved, and offer free tea to anyone to comes wearing a costume. At any time of year. I might have a strange clientele, but they'd be fun.
Halloween is not known as a tea-drinking holiday, but costumes, it's got. And poetry. Here's one from Emily D:
One Need Not Be a Chamber to Be Haunted
by Emily Dickinson
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Far safer, of a midnight meeting
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.
Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In lonesome place.
Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should startle most;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror's least.
The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a superior spectre
And a haunted poem from the author of Trout Fishing in America:
by Richard Brautigan
Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
I'm haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
* Poems Can Be Creepy (a selection of Halloween poems for the classroom) by Susan Hutton
* Some spooky, haunted, bony old posts of mine
Toby is our Poetry Friday host this week at The Writer's Armchair.