Silver lining and green brush strokes,
dark to light–light to dark.
Add a swirl of imagination into the shapely canvas,
accenting it with dancing black curls that twist magically.
“Just a pinch here, a pinch there…”
to catch the majesty the daylight offers!
It’s magical, it’s colorful, it’s unique in its own way.
It’s a mask, a masque, a beautiful display
you use as a front to hide behind.
Perhaps it’s cowardice;
Perhaps it’s fear.
Or maybe it’s your own inclusion in the mysterious dance of the Nameless.
My, oh my.
A few years ago, a friend of mine went to Italy and brought me back the mask pictured below. It’s been sitting on a shelf in my room at which I just happened to glance this morning. Hence, my poetic inspiration.