A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
| Hallowe'en, a night for waking dead folks, crammed full of creepy cuisine. "Trick or treat!" kiddies shout in unison in pursuit of something sweet. Children scream when skeletons suddenly jump up in frightening scheme. Party starts with Frankensteins frolicking and ends with some tasty tarts. Ghastly scene, which we all love and cherish, becomes happy Hallowe'en. Notes on the Treochair form of Irish poetry ▶︎ |