The elementary school sat across from the old folks home.
Each Halloween, kindergarten through fifth graders paraded
in a circuit that went from around the school property,
across the street, and past a large plate glass window at the end
of the second floor of the seniors’ building.
Clowns, princesses, mutant turtles, scissor-hands, rangers,
power and others, kitty cats, football players, and mouse stars
waved gloved, clawed, scissored, and furred paws.
Through the dusty pane, from crowded-together wheelchairs
holding blanket-covered laps, waved sweatered arms betwixt
which hovered acrylic smiles and variously twinkled eyes.
I wish, just once, the uniformed chair-pushers would have
wheeled them out to the warm, sunny October lawn, to be
immersed in the menagerie; to hear their laughter.
This is based on where my kids went to elementary school and the annual Halloween parade they had. My older son wore a clown costume one year and younger son wore Edward Scissorhands one year.
I’m today’s host for dVerse. I say:
Write a poem using the word clown or a word – real or created – with clown as the root.