Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Wet Masks



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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

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13 comments:

  1. JadeLiOctober 26, 2021 at 1:31 PM

    Atmospheric dread at its best. The rain, the lack of understanding, the frustration, the horrific response! Wonderful meeting of the challenge, Glenn.

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  2. Sanaa RizviOctober 26, 2021 at 1:53 PM

    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. 💝

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  3. DoraOctober 26, 2021 at 2:09 PM

    When the perfect night of fun turns into its opposite, a horror story. Shudder.
    pax,
    dora

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  4. robkistnerOctober 26, 2021 at 3:42 PM

    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.

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  5. indybevOctober 26, 2021 at 3:43 PM

    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.

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  6. IngridOctober 26, 2021 at 10:45 PM

    Well done on the form, Glenn, and a suitably frightening ending: I bet they never complained of being bored again!

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  7. HelenOctober 27, 2021 at 8:59 AM

    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.

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  8. KerfeOctober 27, 2021 at 11:02 AM

    Never satisfied--humanity in a nutshell.

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  9. paeansunpluggedOctober 27, 2021 at 12:11 PM

    Oh, the horror! Perfect duodora.

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  10. Gillena CoxOctober 27, 2021 at 1:43 PM

    😊luv how you used those wrap around sentences

    much❤love

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  11. sean@bogieOctober 27, 2021 at 10:38 PM

    I loved it and even more because it was to form. Kids and their expectations, damn them!

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  12. lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comOctober 28, 2021 at 12:14 PM

    Oofdah!!! That's one killer ending!

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  13. Marion HortonOctober 29, 2021 at 9:48 AM

    Love how you flipped this to such a dark ending. And in a duodora too!

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