The mud maid greeted us
on our Hallowe’en hike.
Not that we were seriously hiking.
More of a Saturday afternoon stroll if truth be told.
But Heligan appears to be hauntingly beautiful
whenever we visit
and this was no exception.
We hadn’t gone far
before we met
a sinister spider.
The grey lady
and silky black witches’ hats
were camera-shy …
… but there were pumpkins galore.
I didn’t have to look hard
to find nature was adding
to the general spookiness
with no help at all.
An apocalypse of
dying gunnera leaves,
with just the one brave
green thrust of life.
And amidst the detritus of summer’s splendour
Stiff as sentries,
devoid of the colourful petals
that once surrounded and softened
the darkness of their hearts,
blackened seedheads stood soberly
promise of light, bright, charisma
when summer comes
“The farther we’ve gotten from the magic and mystery of our past,
the more we’ve come to need Halloween.”
(October Dreams: A celebration of Halloween – Paula Guran)