The Chill of Real

October 29, 2015

Today I’m free
To dress and be
With so much glee
For fun.

I’ll masquerade
Keep up charade
Won’t be afraid
Til done.

With makeup strewn
A ghoulish goon
Under full moon
I walk…

With scream and squeal
A heart will feel
The chill of ‘real’
And gawk.

The witches fly
Fairies are shy
‘He has no eye!’
I laugh,

Jedi and ghost
Zombies will roast
Minions that toast…’oh, hello’
Giraffe?

Costumes galore
Creepy and more
Not one a bore
They pass,

A glowing light
Batman and knight
Queen and her sprite
En mass.

To home we go
A cape will flow
So much to show
It’s time,

The ghouls are dead
The ‘faces’ shed
A treat, not bed
Sublime.

Happy Halloween!

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Friday, October 30, 2015.

Image: Trick or Treating from Desktop Warehouse

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