Introducing Anthony M. Majahad

Anthony Majahad is a member of the Massachusetts State Poetry Society and good friend to all poets. He is also very patient, since he gave me this for the blog a few weeks ago. I do get distracted.

In any case, he happened to be driving by a place familiar to those of us who live on the North Shore and took a photo, which he admits to manipulating in photo shop.  Here it is, and his poem.

(Again, please remember that for some reason I can’t get this program to allow stanza breaks, so I distinguish with three dots on a separating line.)

Drive-by―Rumney Marsh

By Anthony M. Majahad

Just before the long steep hill on United States Route 1,

the same US Rt 1 that runs from northern Maine

south to the Florida Keys, where salt marshes

nudged-up against the Revere-Saugus town lines:

Glimpse quickly, as you speed by at 55 mph,

and act like a human camera with snapping

shutter, automatic film advance, flash recharge…

If you can do this, you might see

an almost Impressionistic landscape

of the once untouched, unadulterated marshlands,

the urban incinerator Photshopped-out of the skyline.

On All Hallows Eve

By Anthony M. Majahad

Souls of the dead return to haunt the living.

Witches ride broomsticks, with their black cats.

October winds mimic souls whimpering.

The full moon shines bright, Hell releases its bats.

Evil is in the air, mortals hide and begin shivering,

Warlocks cast spells with cauldrons and bubbling vats,

Cackling witches don their conical hats.

Souls of the dead return to haunt the living.

Prayers cannot stop these dead from lingering,

Hell releases demons and black plague rats,

And ghosts fill the night with their bellowing,

While witches ride broomsticks, with their black cats.

No one is spared: peasants or aristocrats.

No priest is able to comfort the quivering,

And all hide from the Devil’s diplomats

October winds mimic souls whimpering.

Witches and warlocks chant dark spells and sing.

In graveyards, ghouls gnaw dry bones, marrow and fats.

At midnight, the Devil is strengthening,

The full moon shines bright, Hell releases its bats.

In the night’s madness, a hastening,

Children afraid of the Devil’s hellcats,

Adults are afraid of almost everything.

At dawn, all is gone; one of night’s only caveats.

Souls of the dead return; church bells begin ringing.

One thought on “Introducing Anthony M. Majahad

  1. Hello,

    I am a long lost friend of tony. Have been trying to get in touch with him. Could you please give him my email address or tell me how to reach him?

    TX
    Nancy Sawyer

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