Tomorrow is Hallowe’en, and at my house pumpkins are carved and costumes are (mostly) ready. Like runners on blocks, we are taut and ready to burst into a candy-eating sprint.

Below is a poem I wrote last Hallowe’en entitled “Costumes.” It appeared in my second book, Event Horizon. For fun, I’ve also posted a couple pictures of our pumpkins this year. Happy Hallowe’en!


The costume sits on a chair
in my bedroom.

Hallowe’en is past
but I’m not ready to get rid of it.

I spent so much time
thinking about how to make it.

Then I freaked out
because I left the making of it
‘til the night before;
I courted the edge 
like a desperate man on a roof.

In the end, 
I wore it a little while,
and that was it.

All that delicate, 
sweat-beading assembly
in the space of a lit fuse.

I am tempted to spit a surly soliloquy
about how pointless 
everything is.
But I think I
might be pointless

when I give so much attention
to masks
and make up.

Published by mrteague

Teague McKamey lives in Washington state with his wife and two children. Teague’s poetry has appeared in several journals and in self-published books. He blogs at and In all areas of life, Teague desires that Christ may be magnified in his body (Php. 1:20).

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