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Costumed Love
by Maureen GlaudeThe Hallowe'en
I came to him, a gypsy
he nicknamed me Heidi
despite my black mantilla in lace
draped over all the blonde
(I'd tried in vain
to find a black wig in time)
and sultry shawl swept over
my low-bodiced black and white
floral peasant dresss
the charcoal eyeliner accented by
purple hoop earrings
not heavy enough
in his eyes to certify Roma
with his own dark hazel eyes
he disqualified my olive attempts
dismissed my protests that
all gypsies are not dark
and insisted he only saw me
fair, in a field on a mountain
of wildflowers
stalemated in interpretation
we merged our colours anyway
10/15/2001 Posted on 10/22/2004
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 10/23/04 at 01:06 AM Tis said blondes have Mo fun. ~(8^D)=( Fun
poem Mo....Charlie |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/23/04 at 08:29 PM Very nice...right for any season, but especially this one. Reminds me of that photo I took of you and Jackie amid the flowers up at Liisa's BBQ; especially those last six lines. |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/25/04 at 08:02 PM lovely! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 10/27/04 at 02:29 PM Ah.. the beauty that will out, and truest heart that can not be hidden. Wonderful read Mo... leaves me feeling all kind of warm and softly purring like a kitten. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 10/27/04 at 02:39 PM Ahhhh! Halloween and romance! A different look at Halloween (rather than "rick or treat")! Enjoyed the "party"! :) |
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