Signpost Fourteen, ‘Peanut butter moon’, Kate Garrett


How does she do it? Kate Garrett has just produced yet another beautifully-written collection. This poem is from ‘You’ve Never Seen a Doomsday Like It’, published by Indigo Dreams Publishing (link to buy it below).

I’ve chosen this poem as a signpost (see the ‘About’ section for an explanation) because it is so evocative. In fact, it leaves you reeling. It’s also the first prose poem I’ve featured. I think Kate Garrett is a master of prose poetry. She manages to be uplifting and spooky at the same time, so it’s not surprising she manages to write poetry which is prose which is poetry, etc. There are endless resources and arguments available to read on the subject of what is and isn’t a prose poem and that discussion is beyond the scope of this blog. However, you will certainly pick up some tips from this poem.


Look at the first line: “When I was ten I was a ghost”. Immediately, we want to know more; how can this be? Then a white-painted face looms in our mind’s eye, with “deep, black-ringed eyes”. Is that makeup? Stage make-up for Halloween? Or a pale child with shadows around her eyes from not sleeping? She’s apple-bobbing. What are the apples? Are they real apples? Or is she trying to grab at something? Why is it a “drowning pool?” Why is she alone? We know there’s something wrong. The sweetness of candy corn goes in a sentence with graveyard dares – sweetness, fear and fun, all together.

There’s a coming-of-age feel to the description of the change in beautifully-described clothing. We have ‘glittering hippie-witch’ along with ‘treasured pirate stripes and gold’. In this poem, danger is always mingled with beauty. I love that the poet is ‘floating’, like a ghost. We wonder whether she is unseen, or who is not seeing her.

The maple smoke gets in your senses, along with the caramel apple and the chocolate bar. Again, we have sweetness and fear blended as the poet is ‘Skipping down the spook trail’.

At the end, does the poet want to come back from the dead? We suspect not, as the chocolate bar is a ‘consolation prize’.

This has to be my favourite Halloween poem. You can smell it, see it, feel it and experience the knife edge between fear and joy. Obviously, it’s talking about childhood, starting, “When I was ten”. However, I think it also expresses other situations where, for example, sweet mingles with sour, or love mingles with hate.

A word about the language here. We have taste and smell as well as other senses. Some of the senses are mixed up, as in the taste of “graveyard dares”. We also have ‘real’ objects to set the poem in a place (“tents and RVs”). We have movement – bobbing, skipping, drowning and pushing. And the title! Ingenious to have a ‘peanut butter moon’ – curious, interesting, evoking childhood and halloween, sweet and spooky. This poem is full of life!

Probably worth buying for the cover alone, it’s from ‘You’ve never seen a doomsday like it’, published by Indigo Dreams. You can buy it from:



So for writing our own poems? Not usually one for prompts, in this case I think automatic writing beginning, “When I was ten…” may bear fruit. Or choose a different age and see what slides out of your subconscious.

Another idea to take from this poem is the contrasting feelings. Think of a situation where you felt happy, yet sad, or exhilarated, yet afraid.

Once again, if this blog has prompted you to write a poem, please say so in the comments!



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