DPF / Moran

Another for the children of October, from our hula dancer-poet-illustrator, Edna, from the book, An Eyeball in My Garden.
http://www.scbwi.org/members-public/edna-cabcabin-moran

from Zombie Kid Blues / by Edna Cabcabin Moran

Though I borrowed a mitt
That perfectly fit,
It came off with my hand still inside.

DPF / Sawyer

For the swamp witch in each of us, from our own Susie, from the anthology of spooky poems, An Eyeball in My Garden. More about Susie here:
http://www.jacketflap.com/profile.asp?member=Soosaw

from Swamp Witch / by Susie Sawyer

Beneath the murky muck and mud,
She lurks and lives alone.

DPF / Judd

For goblins, from our own Jen, one of the two editors of An Eyeball in My Garden: And Other Spine-Tingling Poems. The book is also illustrated by Johan Olander. More about the poet here:
http://jennifercolejudd.com/?page_id=2

from The Goblin Parade / by Jennifer Cole Judd

In the inky black street
Their fat, knobbly feet
Stomp a rhythm that makes the earth shake.

DPF / Wyncoop

Double poems today, because this one’s especially for my eerily-talented critique group of yore. This one’s from our own Laura, who is also one of the editors of the book in which the poem appears. The book is An Eyeball in My Garden, (2010), recently out in paperback, appropriate for brave 5th graders to adult, and edited by two amazing women, Laura Wyncoop and Jennifer Cole Judd.

from Halloween Night / by Laura Wyncoop

As dangling ghosts untie their strings
To float among the trees

DPF / Murphy

For moths, from the University of Florida journal, subtropics, Winter/Spring 2011.

from Dear Winged / by Erin Murphy

Cacophony of moths. Fragile
as egg shells.