13 POETIC DAYS OF HALLOWEEN CONTEST

Day 5 Oct. 17th free verse Morticia Addams

         Morticia is not radiant.

         For that she'd need to smile.

         No inner light bursts forth and beams itself into a halo.

         She exudes a confident resplendence,

         a je ne sais quoi of mystery, a mystique of shadows.

         She glides.

         She hovers.

         She slips silently into a room, assessing.

         She delights in her dramatic appearance and confronts with her dark presence.

         Black is tres chic, haute couture, and so slimming.

         It demands an audience. It demands respect.