Likely in my black fedora

I will dress for Halloween
in rubber boots,
an oilskin coat,
and kid-skin gloves.

on my head the black fedora
that shades my face
from prying eyes.

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
having eaten up your candy.

Death: My Irony Surpasses All Others! by Odilon Redon

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.

October 6, 2016

16 responses to “Likely in my black fedora

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  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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?

  5. 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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