Costume Party - Poem by Francie Lynch
The Hallowe'en costumes are on display
By the window dresser.
As I pass I look to see
My oval face, reflected by the pane,
Wearing a Superman cape.
I look powerful in solitude,
But others see through me.
I shuffled to the next display.
There I was, in high stiff black collar,
Draping a black silk cape.
I curled my upper lip for fang effect,
Bela Lugosi style,
Instead, Elvis in Vegas returned his 'Baby' sneer.
Scary, but in a different way.
Not me. No Karaoke!
A harlequin mannequin returned my gaze,
Wearing a jester's cap and bells,
Striped tights with curly toes.
My smile was designed for such a fancy dress.
I'll find another display window,
And choose whom I want to be.
I can be anyone.
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