Halloween in Glittering Mystical Dresses
Whooshing winds
whistle through the haunted brocade,
Of old maples filled with owls in coiffed plumes.
Glittering mystical dresses and intricate black lace shawls
Drape from the trees around the weathered barn.
Fluttering my black Spanish fan,
My skirt drifts through the ghostly moonlight.
Delicately, with dripping candle, I light
An entire field of haunted pumpkins.
Pumpkins carved by Michelangelena,
Who is wearing a black velvet evening gown,
Ropes of pearls,
And a Jazz Queen headdress.
Her Jack-O-Lanterns are Victorian streetlamps,
Floating in orange illuminated eyeliner.
I observe them, with tinkling bells and black shiny beads
Draped over my mystical blouse of seguin starlight.
My hair of dark clouds,
Is wrapped in black orchid scarves.
Perfume and incense drape across a yellow moon of October poetry.
Michelangelena, our dresses drift through the incense of burning leaves.
Oh, you are wearing my black taffeta witch dress!
Broomsticks are dropping on the roof of the barn.
Black cats sashay through my boudoir of Victorian crinolines.
Tonight I will b e Goya's "Duchess of Alba",
With layers of black lace, lovely petticoats swaying on hoops,
And black waterfalls of cascading mantilla.
Halloween drama of glittering mystical lace dresses.
Halloween drama of black kohl and purple eyeshadow.
We women are dancing in perfumed scarves of starlight.
Michelangelena is carving pumpkins in the barn.
Halloween is here again, Mademoiselle!