Burning Wood
Maybe it’s just me
But doesn’t Halloween smell like burning wood
Those scratchy princess dresses we insisted on wearing
Because for one night we got to be something magical
Too bad you could never see them under our puffer coats
We walked through the streets shivering and shaking
The one night of the year we tolerated the cold
We walked up to strangers houses as they awed over our costumes
Always calling us the wrong princess name
Leading to sone quite awkward tears
We came back home way past our bedtimes
Our parents lugging our absurd bags of candy
We dumped them out all over the kitchen table and sorted through them
The chocolate candy was the most coveted
Piled on the left side of the table
(conveniently closer to my chair)
The fruit chews and the bubble gum littered the ground
It’d stay in the cabinet for weeks with the promise of being eaten
Only to be given to my friends in January
It’s crazy how one sense can ignite such a memory
But every time I pass by a fire pit
I feel that happy warmth of Halloween
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I get a lot from reading this poem. A touch of humor from the awkwardness of wrong princess names, excitement from anticipation, disappointment, and a good dose of nostalgia. Thanks for the experience with this excellent poem!
Absolutely.
Absolutely.
You portray a vivid childhood memory of Halloween- your Halloween. Lovely!