The Two Faces of Janus

Haven't written anything in ages and I wrote this a while ago but never got round to submitting it. Well here it is.

You carry the two faces of Janos

One smiles balefully as your hand does tricks

The other looks stern at the other’s smile.

The trickster that smiles is fooling itself,

And fools the jester that makes funny faces.

 

All the while Minerva stands at the side.

Her arms are folded as she waits for the jester,

Looking at him with newfound compassion

As he dances to the beat of the trickster

The jester cries because he knows he’s a fool.

 

Anger and bitterness are his only companions

Hope and joy have stayed in Pandora’s box.

The play is for Minerva so looks so beautiful

The jester picks up his recently dropped flute.

And plays a tune of gratitude and love.