Likely
I will dress for Halloween
in rubber boots,
an oilskin coat,
and kid-skin gloves.
Likely
on my head the black fedora
that shades my face
from prying eyes.
Likely,
I will shadow,
trace the curves of graveyard
drystone wall
and I will place, with care
another candle
on your likely grave.
But likelier
you will find me home
asleep
having eaten up your candy.
Death: My Irony Surpasses All Others! by Odilon Redon
Mama Zen wants us to write about our Halloween costume in 65 words or less at toads. As we would rather go out and light a candle on a grave than dress up here in Sweden, my poem is more about that.
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October 6, 2016
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is really cool (and creepy)!
Sleep is the ultimate palette cleanser for candy corn.
Naughty boy. 🙂
I like that this could be about a serial killer, a candy thief, or a wife “borrower.”
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I can see you, and I like the picture. Smiles.
I LIKE this poem (as I have eaten my children’s candy)! Cool fedora too 👀
As long as the candy is eaten and the graves get illuminated…
Likely with a creepy smile! The word with all its promise of futurity contrasts starkly with all the dead-and-past-and-lost imagoes of Halloween. Great job.
I am very interested in the different observances of custom. Also, the angle you employed makes for a poem that exists in the line between light and dark.
Dark, like your fedora!
I like the dark humor of this. Is it a Hannibal Lector speaking or just someone who enjoys a scare with a side of chocolate?
Nice, the way you gave yourself Halloween options, luv the candy or
much love…
Hahaha – I like the way you think, Bjorn!
Pretty sad here for a bit, Bjorn. But at the end you lightened it up. Makes us wonder just how Halloween will be when alone (again-I survived once).
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Ooooh. Ha. k.
Nice Photo!