01 October 2012

October Nights

 
October was my favorite month:
fall leaves and harvest
Ramadan and New Year
And finally, as nights get longer,
Halloween.
As a little girl I dressed up as
cowboy, princess, cloud and rainbow
and shyly opened my bag for elderly hands
with candy, cooing "So Sweet!"
 
But then, when kids my age walked near
in hoods with chalk, socks,
eggs and water balloons
I put away the candy and gauze.
Halloween became Mischief Night
and like a tarnished gold coin
I slipped away to hide and pray
"Don't let the cat out!"
"Lock the garage."
"Remember that year the heat ducts were filled
with shaving cream and egg?"
"Don't answer the door!"
Because "knock knock"
"Who's there?"
Mischief Night.
What more?
Hell itself.   Death.
 
I remember an old Jewish story
my Daddy used to tell about Death
and a miraculously elderly man:
He ate a full bulb of garlic every night before bed
So, when Death came to call,
When Death tapped him on the shoulder
He turned around to yell "Whoooo's theeeeere?"
and fumed Death away with his breath.
 
But I do not fear Death in its normal guise.
I fear undisguised Youth
and his absence of Soul.
Hell is the growing Child with no moral sense
Hell is the Mischief Child
 
who knows we don't bounce back
like cartoon characters—and likes it;
who parties to the sound of pain
and cannot be fumed away.
October was my favorite month
with brilliant leaves flying and
harvests feeding multiple Thanksgivings and
festivals of lights
Holy and Peaceful
in the longest nights
Dearest child
give me back
my October nights.

 

 




Posting this for Open Link Monday at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, where Kerry loves to read poetry--and so do we all!  Let me know you were here and I'll be around, but not tonight because I have a writing workshop.  

AND!! After reading Hedgewitch's intro to  Open Link Night ~ Week 64 at dVerse Poet's Pub , I cannot resist re-posting this for her.  I had intended to post this one: Performance Haiku, but it's not as much fun.






Susan L. Chast
10/18/2006
Poetry Club;
revised 2012
Chosen for book 11/9/2013.

18 comments:

  1. YES, give us back those October nights. Loved this.

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  2. a wonderful poem of memory, wisdom and hope... May this New Year be filled with blessings for you and your beloveds.

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  3. I like the memories of October, mischief nights and Halloween ~ Your tale about Hell and your reflection of those lost and misplaced youth, resonated with me ~

    A marvelous piece ~ Our Thanksgiving is already Monday next week ~ I will be cooking and baking ~

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  4. Susan, usually I am most enamored of the summer months; but this year I am especially enjoying fall (and wrote my poem about that). There IS much to love about October. And 'Mischief Night' etc. I remember as a child that Halloween was such a special time, and I wouldn't mind if someone would give me back my October nights either.

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  5. A fascinating look at fall. Childhood memories mixed with hell's tale. I worked with you for twenty years and I saw and heard the unimaginable.But it would not compare to now.

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    1. Sorry I meant to say I worked with youth for twenty years. I am sure it would have been fantastic to have worked with you though. :)

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  6. I like this - full of remembrances and October, Halloween, wistful...

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  7. Don't know whether to laugh or cry at this.
    Just the light and shade of life, I suppose: a heady mixture making plain that life isn't all sweetness and light.
    You're all a bit early with the halloween stuff. Wrong end of the month. I'm still pretending it is summer:-)

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  8. I enjoyed the revelry and appreciation of experience and memory. Fun, this.

    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2012/10/01/outside-the-box/

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  9. A sad sign of the times...

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  10. Being from the UK we never did have a Halloween it was somehow imported from the USA maybe 15 or so years ago now and has become something of a nightmare of extortion there now too. Give us some money, or else. The tricks they play are nasty, especially to some pets. I like the idea of Halloween but, not the greed that comes with it these days. My fist up close look was when Chloe would dress up as a 7 /8 year old and then as a 9/ 10 what began as needing a small bag turned into one HUGE pillow slip wasn't enough for all of what they hoped to collect. I got so I disliked it even more.
    Sometimes the old ways and customs are the best.
    Great post Susan.

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    1. Hey Bren, Daydreamer, I moved these comments here from " Performance Haiku" because this is where they belonged. I emailed and asked you about the customs in Britain and Canada and you wrote: In the UK we/they have what is called 'Harvest Festival' which is more of a church fete thing than big family feast thing. Parishioners take fruit, veg and flowers to their local churches leave them there in beautiful stacks, have a service to give thanks for the bounty and then these are gathered up and taken to local hospices, nursing homes, etc etc. :)

      HOW I LOVE THIS!!

      And then you sent a great link to explore:
      Harvest Festival--http://www.woodlands-junior.kent.sch.uk/customs/Harvest.html--which shows the connection of this festival to Pagan times.

      Very cool stuff, folks! Check it out.

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  11. with eleven and fourteen-year-old grandchildren, i don't like to look at children in that light. i'm an old grouch who doesn't care for Halloween or autumn either. {smile}

    ♥

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  12. You have captured the nostalgia of times past so well in this poem. I guess we count our years, not so much in days and years but in the festivals which come around with amazing regularity.

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  13. wonderful and engaging thoughts....very thoughtful lines too.....Susan somehow..I felt this as so subtle.....

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  14. Quite a journey in this...

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  15. This poem paints images and presents stories old as time and as current as this morning's paper...there's art too wrapped like halloween candy nestled inside this pumpkin of a poem.

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  16. That first "was" got my attention straight away.

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