Halloween Surprise
He (she) was a surreal sight rocking in a huge red chair
beside the old house nearby. The bright orange hair,
painted face, polka dot clown suit, and grinning lips
were ludicrous. I was unnerved by this outrageous gag.
Having given out her one hundredth bag,
Mama said, “Hon, go get the other fifty.”
Inside, there it was, leering and humming;
hovering, staring, its bright, evil eyes glaring.
Emitting a low, guttural noise, it floated towards me.
The rest of the night is a blur.
I never shared my story with anyone.
My adult life is firmly fixed in reality--
no more hovering clowns pursuing me!
The stray synthetic orange hairs I sometimes see
mean nothing. They could have come from—anywhere.
October 10, 2020
entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Halloween Fright Poetry Contest
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