Witching Hour
I heard her cackling, wicked with delight
Looked up to find her evil silhouette
Against the amber moon Halloween night
Seeing me below, she made a dire threat
“At midnight your teeth will fall from your head
Your thick, lustrous hair will drop to the floor
Your sight will be blocked by a veil of lead
And you won’t see your children anymore”
From my porch I ran in and slammed the door
Stowed candy away, no more trick or treat
Disappointing the kids I did abhor
But I had to lie down, get off my feet
Shivering in bed, I dreaded her curse
Felt her hazel eyes still staring at me
Waiting for the onset of things adverse
Her menacing presence chortled with glee
Clock struck twelve; I had to call it a night
So warily I removed my brown wig
I took out the dentures that felt so tight
Took off strong glasses, hoping she’d renege
*Written August 10, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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