Lace

A villanelle for Halloween

I see through lace, masks as they knock -          

that time of year for trick or treat,                        

but I alone hold keys of lock.                              

Though due, I’m rivetted with shock                  

that strangers expect me to greet -                        

I see through lace, masks as they knock.             

I dim the lights, think that might block                  

their view inside, intention, cheat,                         

but I alone hold keys of lock.                                 

I used to hold some bits in stock -                          

a pack of biscuits, chocolate, sweet;                     

I see through lace, masks as they knock               

But grandchildren my only flock,                         

though alien feet would step from street -              

but I alone hold keys of lock                                 

An hour, on watch, I count the clock,                    

but sure in shadows, eyes won’t meet;                     

I see through lace, masks as they knock,                

but I alone hold keys of lock.