To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
The Feathered Mask He taunts us from behind the stone pillars that flank polished marbled aisles. He's here, he's there, grinning like a cryptic harlequin. Its not the feathers in his mask that makes him laugh. His joy brims at each of our failed footsteps, at each atrophied attempt to touch hands, to kiss cheeks. It is as though he is aware of all our deceptive destinies. Should you see his face, look away. Should his opaline eyes capture yours, your soul will surely wither. If he is smiling, you have reached the abyss. Pray he doesn't speak. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Audrey R Donegan On Date: 2005-04-30 23:57:37
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.26087
'He taunts us' - great opening
'grinning like a cryptic harlequin' - stunning imagery and metaphor
'opaline eyes'and 'atrophied attempt' - wonderful
'his joy brims at each of our failed footsteps'- brings a feeling of doom
well written, thanks for posting
Audrey