Dark sprites emerge
Released from
Internal compartments
Effusing pent energy
Limbs waving about
Mischievously brandishing
Contorted mirror masks
When they come out
This body deflates
Bereft of vibrant chaos
I wish to be
Known by you
To show you
This shell
Left behind
Bears no allure
Tired face, wiped clean
Quietly reading, tucked away
Relishing tranquil silence
Vamps are (almost) always
Soft girls in private
How can it be
We can keep
So many spirits
Inside one soul
Perhaps all of mine
Left me to visit yours
Riotously writhing in
Wind’s whipping frenzy
Our fanciful ghosts will
Mirthfully kiss
Both cheeks of all
Wee children
Prancing down
Uneven sidewalks
Toting hefty treat bags
Pillowcase burdens
Bow small shoulders
Under my faithful, maternal eye
Bemused, benevolent
My steady pace insufficient
Gradually I fall behind
Steps less eager
More contemplative
What will they become
When they are not
Cloaked in shadow
As they shed
Pickle costumes
Rumi wigs
An amputee self-styled
As the Black Knight
“‘Tis but a scratch!”
Poke fun, poke holes
Tear strips off clothing
Rend reality with
Rusty scissors
Donning illusions
To let out what is
Already inside
Scraps built from
Books and shows
Songs, stories -
It is the point, is it not?
Bringing the dead
Back to life
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Aspen Marie
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Comments (4)
I loved the vibes in this poem and the rhythm is amazing!! (Plus your makeup is pretty cool too!)
Well-wrought! When you ask "what will they become", I'm reminded of the Dead Kennedys song Halloween, where Jello laments that we might wear the real costumes the rest of our lives and only don our true selves on a special day. Not saying that was your exact message here, but just that it reminded me of such. I think that was always the allure of creating in my imagination--it sometimes seems more real and engaging than the dead reality of the society which has attempted to condition me to stand in lines, pay fines, and make more money for some faceless corporatocracy than I'll ever see in my whole life!
Oh vamp indeed! A lil sexy. I love how you let this flow and the questions about children and what they will become when not in costume etc. very philosophical and deep, my friend. Also as a huge MP fan, loved the Black Knight reference. Well done, classy lassie!
"We can keep So many spirits Inside one soul Perhaps all of mine Left me to visit yours" These were my favourite lines! Loved your look and poem!