The Halloween Cloak
Brigit's Flame, October Week 2 "the mysterious". Poem, 138 words, no warnings. Admittedly, I wrote this thinking the week 2 topic was again "darkness" since the Week 2 topic didn't show on the Brigit's Flame livejournal... but it works for "the mysterious" too, fortunately!
A twist and a flair
as the darkness settles ‘round
my shoulders - now I am ready.
A few steps is all it takes
until my cloak catches on the breeze
and the shadows reach out for me.
My magic carpet of darkness,
my living cloak of night,
transports me and shields me from view.
Across the sky I fly,
communing with the shadows
as they celebrate my passage.
The great distance traversed in moments, yet
by the time I arrive,
the party has begun.
Tassels from my carpet reach out and
open the door for my entrance,
while the wind clears a path in the crowd.
The people in their costumes
hush as I step inside;
the shadows rush to me in greeting.
I open my arms wide.
The darkness scatters to play.
Now the real party begins.
A twist and a flair
as the darkness settles ‘round
my shoulders - now I am ready.
A few steps is all it takes
until my cloak catches on the breeze
and the shadows reach out for me.
My magic carpet of darkness,
my living cloak of night,
transports me and shields me from view.
Across the sky I fly,
communing with the shadows
as they celebrate my passage.
The great distance traversed in moments, yet
by the time I arrive,
the party has begun.
Tassels from my carpet reach out and
open the door for my entrance,
while the wind clears a path in the crowd.
The people in their costumes
hush as I step inside;
the shadows rush to me in greeting.
I open my arms wide.
The darkness scatters to play.
Now the real party begins.