In honor of Halloween (sort-of), poets needed to amuse us with verses about masks! Who did so in the funniest way?
Masquerade, by Sara of Relaxitsallwrite
All I had to go on were his eyes
Hazel, hypnotic, alluring
They summoned me from across the ballroom
He had only my eyes as well
Ice-blue, and intrigued
I maneuvered my voluptuous gown through the crowd
And met him, mask to mask
While mine encompassed the beautiful butterfly I desired to be
With stunning wings, wide-spread across my cheeks
His was a bit silly, like a court jester
With speckles, peppering a long, triangular nose
I struggled to avoid it as we danced
And dance we did
Then, he tried to kiss me, but his nose got in the way
I grew frustrated
I wanted to sink into his lips, like a butterfly drinking from a tulip
So gently, I removed his disguise and leaned in
But was immediately put off
When I realized his nose was the same shape as his mask
Congratulations, Sara! You are the funniest poet for the week! I admired your rhyme, but laughed after the great buildup to a reveal no one wants upon first meeting!
Although only one could win first place, I loved the others as well:
The Masque of the Covid Death (With apologies to Edgar Allen Poe), by Trent P. McDonald
As midnight tolled the fateful hour
A new guest appeared
Amongst the revelers
Stared from the mask
A cough shook the frame
Prospero, angry yelled
“Halt, false fellow
For we do not
Like your Covid-like mask
Who are you
To be so bold?
Dressed as the very victim of the plague
Walked from room to room
None dared bar his way
He stopped in room Seven
The room of Black and White
Prospero raised his AR-15 rifle
“Unmask yourself now!”
But when the guest turned
Prospero fell in a coughing fit
The other guests
In their madness
Tore the mask from the new guest
To their horror
An N95 was beneath
And then they knew
There was no escape
And Darkness and Decay and the Covid Death
Held illimitable dominion over all.
(OK, the last line was borrowed from Poe, about word for word 😉 )
Untitled, by DumbestBlogger
What’s behind the mask?
Stop it, not so fast!
Wait, what’s in the cask?
Poison? Poison you say?
If only he had been more vigilant about his mask
He wouldn’t have drunk from the cask
Time for the coroner’s task
De-masked, by Bruce
I have no idea
why you feel the need to wear
that fabric mask with style.
You’re so naturally ugly from ear to ear
that Covid19 cowers in fear
and droplets run a mile.
Night Of The Giving Dread, by Obbverse
We’re fast approaching October thirty-first
When once again good folk shall be cursed
By that gnawing feeling of impending dread
As the spirit of Gluttony raises its ugly head.
‘Twill be the night of Halloween
When every pre-adolescent ‘tween
Unbidden, comes a’rappin’ at your door,
That ain’t the kinda rap you can ignore.
They’ll demand a trick or treat,
The trick is- give ’em all they can eat,
Dole out them candies from the bowl,
Better being poor than have an empty soul.
Dish it out and don’t dare ask
What sweet child’s hiding ‘neath that mask?
Just kindly smile while putting on your happy face
A’praying the overladen urchins don’t egg your place.
Prompt at midnight, switch off the porch light-
Witching hour is done, Children Of The Night –
All pure but poor souls, sit back and enjoy the hush,
Soon ’nuff you’ll hear some kids full-on sugar ru- flush.
Untitled, by Deb Whittam
C’mon my chums, don’t be shy
Don’t you want to take a peek?
C’mon give it a try,
It could be the start,
Of your winning streak.
Five quid to look behind,
The Mask and try your luck.
Five quid for a quick glance,
I promise you won’t barf.
It could be an angel,
Of delight and arouse your passion,
It could be a mad man,
With a very loud voice,
In need of a good thrashing.
Perhaps it’s your great Aunt,
Or, that cute girl down the street.
Perhaps it’s that annoying niece,
Don’t you want to compete?
Stand up lads,
It’s time to try your luck,
Five quid can’t be beat,
I’ll scream now when you turn green,
I promise we’ll have time to duck.
Time to be scared, by Gary
So many years and so many Halloween’s
Desperately trying to create a scary smokescreen
Always searching for the perfect Mask
The truly frightening one which is up to the task
I’ve tried them all but they end of just being lame
Freddy Kruger was just do ridiculously tame
Dracula and Frankenstein were as scary as the lovely Joan Hickson
Jason and Michael masks made me look like the unlovely Richard Nixon
But now I’ve seen the path to the perfect scary look
Maybe I should don a Chefs hat and carry a cookbook
Maybe I should dig out my old French Can-Can costume
Maybe a morning mirror photo of me from the bathroom
Actually there is a much simpler way for me to truly scare
Me just going unmasked is the perfect psychological warfare.
What’s behind the mask?, by sudrakarma
What’s behind the mask?
You might well ask,
but as well you might not want to know.
For I have as many
as needed, nigh twenty
to choose from to wear
for the daily show
But if you dare look beneath
that care-crafted sheath
to what’s hidden
deep, down below
You may fear what you find:
Though my smile is kind,
danger lurks in my Shadow
A great BIG thanks to all those who entered! Come back around tomorrow at 10 a.m. for next week’s prompt.
Sara, here’s a badge for you to use on your site. Congratulations!
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