Halloween approaches and it conjures up associations with the horror films of Hollywood. There was “Attack of the Killer Tomatos,” “Frankenstein,” “The Exorcist.” Think of anything Hitchcock … “Psycho,” “The Birds,” “Vertigo.” Think of a title to use as the title of your poem and write it. Or make up your own Horror film title and be inspired by it … If you dare!
YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN Don’t like the night things that go bump, or when bloodcurdling things make me jump. But I do like to roar, and since ’74, I still do when I think of, “what hump?” © Marie Elena Good, 2021
Make shift monsters come together nicely, like grandma’s random recipes // bits of this, handfuls of that. A brain from the guy down the lane. Who needs a top hat and cane to dance? Give a ghoul a whirl and he’ll surely prance. Sometimes, even agile monsters tend to rip their pants. They’ll even rip in their pants, if you must know. And it goes to show, from generation to regeneration, born-again monsters aren’t too mean until you give them a belly full of beans. © Walter J Wojtanik - 2021