October 31 comes with parties … candy treats … a long and varied history … remembering …
This year the Halloween holiday reminded me of the 1983 film adaptation of Ray Bradbury’s 1962 dark fantasy novel Something Wicked This Way Comes [1].
But a while back, in considering a story idea for that title, I ran across a poem so apropos.
POEM: SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES attributed to Ray Bradbury
[Authorship unconfirmed ]
• “SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES,” BY RAY BRADBURY
OCTOBER 31, 2019
ERIC ROBERT NOLAN
6 COMMENTS [regarding authorship]
Crystal water turns to dark
Where ere it’s presence leaves it’s mark
And boiling currents pound like drums
When something wicked this way comes…A presence dark invades the fair
And gives the horses ample scare
Chaos rains and panic fills the air
When something wicked this way comes…Ill winds mark it’s fearsome flight,
And autumn branches creak with fright.
The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,
When something wicked this way comes…Flowers bloom as black as night
Removing color from your sight
Nightmarish vines block your way
Thorns reach out to catch their preyAnd by the pricking of your thumbs
Realize that their poison numbs
From frightful blooms, rank odors seep
Bats & beasties fly & creep‘Cross this evil land, ill winds blow
Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow
All will rot & decompose
For something wicked this way grows…
Notes
[1] The title is taken from “By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes”, a line said by the witches in Macbeth.
