Mark of Reserve

A use of the mummy metaphor to describe the pain of being shy

 Don 't touch it, let it run as its course

  Another force, yet another mask

 To break through as a task

 

On life as a stage

You lay as a mummy

Mouth, hands, feet in fold

The voice, covered and hidden

A smile is only left on display

 

Wrapped up inside her plaster

Ready to uncoil at any take

 

The escape is the slighest stir

at the moment of break

she slips back into her shell

 

In the public square

these faces look

and they stare

left in scrutiny

she is bare

 

There is nothing to say

There is nothing left to rhyme

Reviews

[Daly]

Thank you so much for sending this submission (although you have already sent it via e-mail). Overall, I love the imagery that you use (with the stage and the mummy).