Throwback Friday, Mask, by Ivor Steven

A poem I wrote back in August 2017, and with our present situation of having to wear a protective face cover, my little piece of mystery sc-fi, seems to be appropriate for today….

 

Mask

 

Behind my shield

A secret hides

The mask in the mirror

Isn’t my image

Just a shadow

A veneer, brittle and thin

 

The smogs seeping in

Upon my mask’s

Deepest sockets

Oozy false lashes

Dark as pepper, they burn my skin

Scaly wrappings

Grotesquely etched

But the camouflage remains

 

A ceremonial face

Oversees my disguise

Then abruptly soaring aloft

Over oceans and skies

I am a star traveller

Old and wise

So Who am I?

Beyond my alien eyes

 

 

Ivor Steven (c)  August 2017