leafstew
05-06-2009, 06:54 AM
I found this poem in a book I have been reading recently
The Mask
Always a mask
Held in the slim hand whitely
Always she had a mask before her face -
Truly the wrist
Holding it lightly
Fitted the task:
Sometimes however
Was there a shiver,
Fingertip quiver,
Ever so slightly -
Holding the mask?
For years and years and years I wondered
But dared not ask
And then -
I blundered,
looked behind the mask,
To find
Nothing -
She had no face.
She had become
Merely a hand
Holding a mask
With grace.
-Author unknown
Anyone have any thoughts, feelings, interpretations they want to share?
The Mask
Always a mask
Held in the slim hand whitely
Always she had a mask before her face -
Truly the wrist
Holding it lightly
Fitted the task:
Sometimes however
Was there a shiver,
Fingertip quiver,
Ever so slightly -
Holding the mask?
For years and years and years I wondered
But dared not ask
And then -
I blundered,
looked behind the mask,
To find
Nothing -
She had no face.
She had become
Merely a hand
Holding a mask
With grace.
-Author unknown
Anyone have any thoughts, feelings, interpretations they want to share?