Prompt #126, It’s Post Your Poems Day!
Your Masquerade Party!
We Write Poems:
Here’s the part of the Masquerade Party when you remove your mask, and all’s revealed to the light of day. As you well know, masks come in every color of the sun and every shade of the moon. Actually, we often wear them, at least some, every day. So, we do know masks! Our prompt this week was to write a mask, or persona, poem.
How wild afar or close and intimate was your mask? We made no guideline in that manner, only asking you to step outside your usual self, imagine another face, another life, another attitude, and discover how much you can make real the breath of that other self. Yet how much of what “isn’t you”, is?
So while taking to heart this other persona, an actor’s role, a writer’s craft, it both allows imagination to wander, yet in doing so speaks about our greater sense of being and self. All masks are now welcome to have their say! Please now share your poems here.
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Don’t have a poem yet? Perhaps read a few done by others here, be inspired. There’s still plenty of time to discover a poem for yourself!
Leave the links to your poems in the comments of this post, then go visit your fellow writers’ sites and read their work. Remember to leave only positive comments in the spirit of sharing and not critiquing. We look forward to reading your poems!
Please remember to include a link with your blog poem post that links right back to here, this “Post Your Poems Day”, so that others reading your poem can also share in this community poem experience – maybe even someone new to We Write Poems!
If you are new to WWP, please be welcome to look around and read. The full prompt description you can find under “Recent Posts” on the top right of our page.
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LOVED this prompt! thank you!
http://myheartslovesongs.com/2012/10/05/person-if-i-cat-ion-of-the-sea/
Thanks for the prompt, it was a lot of fun,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/somewhere-i-dance/
A mask of me, thinly disguised as me! http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2012/10/09/the-crinkly-brown-leatherette-hood-of-the-pram/
A twofer, if you tilt your head to one side.
Letter to the Commander at dusk
Reconsiderations at Scrambled, Not Fried:
http://rlavalette.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/on-second-thought/
Serious Misgivings at Scrambled, Not Fried:
http://rlavalette.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/on-second-thought/
This week we heard from the King of Equines: http://ravenswingpoetry.com/2012/10/04/king-of-equines/
Nicole
Arrghh…for some reason my info not accepted.
Thank-you for poem. So many images and what thought to construct such a description. Thank you for explanation or I
might not have understood.
Re. viral love/compassion. I think love/compassion viral as shown in many positive, successful humanitarian efforts?
Thanks for the prompt. I write fictions often enough, but usually third person. This gave a different result.
http://briarcat.wordpress.com/2012/10/06/for-wwp-cynthia-gatewelder/
Ekphrasis/persona, in some combination: Étretat
Just being playful….though I was actually ‘keyed-up!’
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/10/wwp-126-deciphered.html
The Craftsman’s Story
He rubbed the handle thoughtfully
A carpenter for most of his life
Now he faced a challenge willingly
The chance, they told him was remote
That the old cabinet could be restored
But he felt the wood , knew there was hope
He had to rotate the blades and buy some spares
Settled in the familiar grind, Proud of his work
He checked each function, slowly and with care.
He grew used to working with the darkening grain.
Sometimes he wondered about its true age
It must have been sheltered from sun and from rain.
Resistant too, to insect attack; he saw not a sign
Of termites or holes left by borers. It might have been luck
Or good undercoating. On the doors he found a design
Of animals dancing or was it human legs with animal heads?
At another angle the legs were animal, too. So faint
A pattern, not resistant, one sanding and it would be dead
To all who looked at it, only he had seen the design
Some unknown hand had carefully carved
In an unknown place, and in some mysterious time.
Marian, this reminds me of the care of certain craftsmen and the old motto, “Measure twice, cut once.” Love the detail, both in your poem, and of the craftsman who alone sees what is really there.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
So beautiful and I relate for I knew an aging custom furniture worker who created and restored. It is he who taught me how to look for obvious and secret markings of the crafter. Your final lines were a surprise and then I remembered so much. Thank you for this poem that jogged my memory of a craftsman who taught me so much.
Oh, I love the mystery that this wood carries and your tone throughout is of the grainy goodness of fine mahogany. Well done, Marian!
Very interesting promt…so many possibilities. And then to settle on one. Would like to try it again with a different mask. Thank you.
http://creativeintrospection.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/the-beggar/
Hello, this week’s prompt was a good puzzle.
http://happyflowerwordzoo002.wordpress.com/
http://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/somebodys-cynical-mother/
That was great practice…thank you for the great prompt!!
I guess I’m inclined toward the word “great,” just noticed the silliness of my double great as I pressed post!
http://roslynrosssmallstones.blogspot.com.au/2012/10/the-hidden-self.html