Baratta.net Stories

Author's Note: I took a costuming class in College for basket weaving style credit and part of the grade was an essay on my experience. I chose to write it as a poem.

I descend the stair with trepidation and with thought,
Just what meaning has this bought?
Down below me the floor doth approach,
To lead me to the costume shop.

I turn the corner, shadows leap and leer.
I stand there petrified, of a full length mirror!

Valentine's Day, it is here
Like Christmas, a time of cheer.
Getting flowers from those who care
Received unsigned, Receiver beware!!
For who knows the motives that lurk behind
Something thoughtful, Something kind...