The Ghouls of Halloween (a Troiku)

This poem originated as a poetic response to Nancy’s Halloween poem, Tis The Season, written in a poetry form that was new to me: the Troiku. Intrigued by the format, I accepted the challenge and crafted my first Troiku.
Nancy – Tis The Season – The Elephant’s Trunk



The Ghouls of Halloween (a Troiku)


The Halloween moon
Bright-eyed in the twilight sky
No one heard you sigh

The Halloween moon
Enters the haunted tree house
“Don’t be afraid”

Bright-eyed in the twilight sky
The orange night glares
“No! Don’t go up there”

No one heard you sigh
Ghouls from dark Pluto
“Here to rob me of my treats”






With the Halloween moon still bright-eyed in the twilight sky, here’s a little musical company for the ghouls from dark Pluto who weren’t travelling alone…



Ivor Steven © October 2026

Who’s Afraid?

Featured Image: This is evening’s Halloween Twilight Sky


This evening’s Halloween twilight sky


Sorry, no bats! But plenty of bird silhouettes in the Halloween sky …

A big thank you to Cheryl, the ‘Gulf Coast Poet’, for inspiring my whimsical poem.
>> What are You Afraid of? | Gulf Coast Poet



Who’s Afraid?


“Don’t be afraid”
It’s easier said than done
What about
The shady Everglades
And the deadly Nightshade
I, for one
Like my bats underdone








Ivor Steven (c) October 31st 2025

Sleepy Hollow, a Halloween poem, is in Spillwords Magazine.

My Halloween poem ‘Sleepy Hollow’ is at Spillwords Magazine, and thank you to Dagmara and her team for selecting my piece. Please go and visit my poem in Spillwords Magazine and give “Sleepy Hollow” a 💗, by clinking on this link
>> https://spillwords.com/sleepy-hollow/








Ivor Steven (c) October 2022

Sleepy Hollow

A big thank you to Ingrid > ExperimentsInFiction, for accepting my late entry into her Halloween/ Sonnet Sunday list of articles that she posted on her site..visit her fabulous site via this link >>
https://experimentsinfiction.com/2021/11/01/sleepy-hollow-by-ivor-steven-sonnetsunday/

Featured Image above, and the Photo below, are by Derrick Knight, and thank you to Derrick for kindly allowing me to reproduce his photos on my site.






Sleepy Hollow


We come from a land down-under

Where men eat green pumpkin and cucumber

Our bayside town is called Sleepy Hollow

Where the nights are too quiet for owls and swallows

Here, Halloween spirits live beyond the outer limits

And are only allowed to visit at sunsets dying minutes


During the full moon’s twilight zone 

We drink goanna juice from orange cones

And consume barbecued prawns by the dozen

While watching the bon-fires glow above the blue horizon

We send our children to gather grubs and magic mushrooms

From the haunted paths between the old witch’s tombs

And when they return we all fly away on iridescent brooms





Ivor Steven (c) November 2021