Inscrutable

 

can you stain your face

white?

hide your lips behind

a dark rose?

can you wear

black hair

like a habit

even if you’re not a nun

(maybe adopt her severity)

can you paint your eyes

in liquid lines

and hide

or is the truth

never quite disguised

can you garb yourself

in widows weeds

or a uniform

from outer space

… a spider’s lace

what is hidden

what’s revealed

beauty is

a kabuki iceberg

so

many

secrets

concealed

 

Today’s GloPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The poem should function as a sort of riddle… not sure I completely managed this. I think I took it a bit too literally. But in keeping with my goth theme so far, it seemed appropriate. 

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4 comments

  1. Fantastic. How far out can you push your mask? Wear a wooden one? Or paint your face? Or put on nothing more than a Cheshire cat smile? Are we ever without a mask?

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