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Wet Masks
“I have come to lead you to the other shore, into
eternal darkness, fire, and ice.”--Dante.
Always raining,
that’s our Halloween night,
and my kids always
want the expensive
costumes, then complain
about the rain, becoming bored and
want to go Home after fifteen minutes.
Always raining,
regardless of forecast,
making it hard to
enjoy the night. One
year costumes were home-
made, and the kids refused to wear them, so
being angry I burned their bassinets.
Glenn Buttkus
Duodora
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub
13 comments:
Atmospheric dread at its best. The rain, the lack of understanding, the frustration, the horrific response! Wonderful meeting of the challenge, Glenn.
This is incredibly potent, Glenn. The burning of bassinets, the incessant rain all adds up to the frustration that one feels when unable to enjoy the night. 💝
When the perfect night of fun turns into its opposite, a horror story. Shudder.
pax,
dora
When I was a kid, I could never see through the eye-holes of my mask, and I would always cut my tongue on the sharp plastic of the mask trying to talk. I also couldn’t wait to dig into my bag of goodies, so I’d get frustrated.
You duodora'd a biting poem with a killer final line, Glenn. Well done. (At least I think it's a duodora, since I find counting syllables hideously boring.
Well done on the form, Glenn, and a suitably frightening ending: I bet they never complained of being bored again!
Minneapolis Halloweens were usually rainy. My neighbor and I carried small plastic cups filled with scotch, followed our daughters as they gathered candy, all four of us drenched to the bone. Gads, why-ever did we do that? You aced the form.
Never satisfied--humanity in a nutshell.
Oh, the horror! Perfect duodora.
😊luv how you used those wrap around sentences
much❤love
I loved it and even more because it was to form. Kids and their expectations, damn them!
Oofdah!!! That's one killer ending!
Love how you flipped this to such a dark ending. And in a duodora too!
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