Masquerade

Masquerade

 

Hollow eyes in haunted faces

Concealed by lead and lace,

Pale as the pearls

They loop around their necks,

Beautiful nooses the hangmen wait eagerly to tighten.

 

We suffer under the grip

Of corsets pulled to tight to breathe

Pain with every breath we draw,

But force the smile, nod the head,

There’s never anything wrong here.

 

Blood drops fall from the hairline,

Running into eyes, behind sharp edged masks.

Masks changed too often, too fast, too soon

A different mask for every partner

Keep them strait, the order cannot be compromised.

 

Pirouette, spin, bow, change

Till you stumble, grab the wrong mask, take the wrong hand

The claws are unsheathed,

Shred the brocade, lace and silk

Cast you tattered from the light,

All a blur, chaos, till you stop, in the dark

Your only companion a remnant of your soul

Which lies bleeding at your feet.

 

Reviews

[SyberRose]

Pale as the pearls

They loop around their necks,

Beautiful nooses the hangmen wait eagerly to tighten.


Nicely done Elaenor...Enjoyed your poem...SyberRose

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oh the tragedy when persona totally abuses the soul.
beware, beware indeed.

good job, Eleanor. Love this subject matter

[Elaenor Aisling]

Thank you so much!