Mardi GrasA Poem by Marie HarrisonA masked poem of love.Mardi Gras Ever since the flames licked my fair pink burning flesh, nothing in my life has remained the same.
I had to go back in to save my little brother Chris. Life without him would kill me, besides myself I would forever blame. Even though it’s been ten years, my face still feels the pain.
Having to go through high school with a scarred face is just lame.
I’ve got the body of a goddess; I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, but the hideous burn scars on my face have remained. Months after the accident weeks before school started, a knock at my door came.
An anonymous donor sent a box full of beautifully hand decorated Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, that’s the day I got my new name. Each month a new box of masks would arrive and I would wear everyone. I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. Mardi Gras was my fame. One night a mysterious white box appeared, inside rested the most unique and intricately adorned mask of all. It was a pure white mask adorned with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask. White is normally considered lame but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.
Inside the box was also an invitation, asking me to attend the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.
my handsome next door neighbor and Chris' best friend, who had been sending the ornate masks to me. He was my hero now, my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..
Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed to like me too. I always knew he had a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. I rushed over to his house where he was playing with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.
I hugged him and told him that I would love to go with him to the prom.
Just between you and me, Lane and I will always be the masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras and forever in love we will reign.
© 2010 Marie HarrisonReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 17, 2010 Last Updated on June 19, 2010 Tags: Masks, Love, Hero, Fantasy, Fairy Tale, Teen Story Poem AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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