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Hallowe’en is a festival I feel strongly should be celebrated. It is based on the Celtic festival of Samhain which honoured ancestors and marked the passing from summer to winter.It then became subsumed into the Christian festival of All Souls, which serves to remember people who have died. November is the month of the dead in Christianity.

There is a wealth of Literature, much of it from the Romantic Movement, which concerned itself with the world of the imagination, among other things. From this period we have texts like Dracula, Frankenstein and many more. This period also saw a revived interest in the traditional tales and ballads from the past. We love the thrill of being scared, safe in the knowledge that it is not real.

I fear that, in the increasing commercialism, the festival itself is being lost. Dressing up (in home-made costumes), carving a turnip lantern (nowadays pumpkins are favoured), bobbing for apples and telling stories were all delightful ways to have inexpensive fun. Trick or treat is a fairly new idea, but there is a misconception about it: as the dressed-up children come, the idea is to give them a treat or show them a trick. It is a pity that visiting each other has almost died out and people lack the ability to interact with their community, seeming to privilege the internet over flesh and blood friends.

When I was teaching I always used to tell my classes the wonderful Hallowe’en story of Tam Lin and Janet. It’s a Scottish ballad and tells how Janet meets a beautful knight in the forest and falls in love with him. She has to free him from the Faery Queen on Hallowe’en before he is sent to Hell as a tithe. The Queen turns him into several scary things but Janet holds fast as he has told her and eventually the Queen gives up.

There are many poems and short stories too, which are worthy of reading aloud by candlelight, to create magical memories for children, friends and family. Here is one of mine:




White Face at the window.

White face in the hall.

White sounds in the garden,

seeming to call.


White skin in the glooming.

White teeth in the night.

White moon in the darkness,

a world–weary sight.


White bones of the forebears

buried in clay.

White tomb stones standing

against the day.


White Face in the garden,

white hands scrape the latch.

White Face coming closer

with sharp nails to scratch.


White feet are mounting

the stairs one by one

searching for something

or maybe someone.


White fingers feeling

for the key and the lock;

White Face is greeting

white veil and white frock.


White two united,

they join their white bones

their faces meet lightly

to silence their moans.


White lovers meeting-

their time apart done,

they drift away hellwards

before the first sun.



This poem appeared in Kids’ Stuff, my Erbacce chapbook for children.




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Kids’ Stuff

Cover design of my children's chapbook, out tomorrow

This one even surprised me! I wanted to have a cheaper book for schools readings as well as my beautiful Salt children’s book The New Generation, as not everyone can afford that and I can’t always afford to sell it at a discount. I still hope to have a second Salt collection for children one day, but in the meantime, this little 36 page chapbook, which has a cover price of £4.50, will prove a nice addition to what I can tote around schools. I was bowled over when Erbacce, a Liverpool-based publishers who produced The Lightfoot Letters, wanted to take this on as well. and it has been done in record quick time, so I can take it to my poets-in-schools March placements.

It is all different poems to my Salt book, and I still have plenty for further collections. Here’s one that is included:

My Thumb

My thumb


of chocolate

warm milk



My thumb

feels like


birthday parties

warm baths


I think better

with my thumb

plugged into

my mouth


So why do

some people

shout and say

Take that thumb out?


I have always been fond of this poem, though I was never a thumbsucker and neither were my daughters. But I think children’s comfort habits should be respected. If left alone, they will grown out of them. Except dummies – I hate them.

I did the cover design myself. That’s the very first time I have dabbled. I took the photo at Whitby Folk Week last year. I have always loved carousels. Most fairground rides scare me.



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