Hey everyone. A poem on a real Scottish halloween as I recall them from the late. 1960’s & early 1970’s. I’ve called It guising. I hope you like it.

It was guising not trick or treating
it was the way its always been
going round the doors and hoping
the neighbours would give us something
for our song joke or story
or whatever tale we told
and we tried to be as gory as we could
Though I was never any good
at the scary stuff it just wasn’t me
I would much sooner sing a song
this was so wrong
but nobody seemed to care
I would always find something
of my mum’s to wear
for the organised parties
at church youth club or school
I was never the cool one
who could dook for apples
at the first attempt
It didn’t matter I was content
to enjoy the night
for what it was
an excuse
to get to dolled up and party
I was a happy lassie
when I went guising
I was just being me
I never caused a scene
I enjoyed myself
though I never won a prize
Hallowe’en taught me
we all wear many masks
 disguise is something
we learn early in our lives wearing it to shield us from our fears

 © Gayle Smith 2012

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