Silver suits me best,
the kind found in starlight and moon glow.
Night’s indigo makes a fine gown,
and the chill is perfect
to bring color to my lips and cheeks.
It might be easier
to don borrowed feathers,
on a night when people try
to put a false self in the spotlight.
I shall be me,
swaying to a dusky waltz.
No mask needed.
Song Choice: How Soon Is Now by The Smiths
I just wanted an excuse to use this image I created again
This poem was inspired by a prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Word Count With Mama Zen, where she asks us to contemplate our Halloween Costumes.