Sleepy Hollow by Ivor Steven #SonnetSunday

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 sunset’s 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

A final, surprise entry to round off the proceedings!

Halloween may have passed, and the brooms may have flown, but I couldn’t resist sharing this delightful poem from Ivor, which I found in my email inbox this morning. Thank you for sharing with us your unique experience of Aussie Halloween! And there’s only one song to accompany this sonnet, of course:

Featured Image by Derrick Knight