A Mask for Dia De Los Muertos
cautiously i approach the mirror what i see does not look like me i touch my fingers
to my face it doesn’t feel like me who is it…
or is it a mask who wears this mask and why
is it to hide my appearance for a costume ball all in fun
or is it to protect my identity to hide a deed misdone eyes shaded
hard to see the skin that or a gator alive in the swamp
the color bright green like tic toc croc the gator who swallowed the clock
on the shores of neverland in the adventures of peter pan in the dead of night
i scream in horror of what i have become or is it dia de los muertos
the day of the dead not scary at all but a day to honor the dead
i place your picture on the alter fruit and candies candles and all
you are what i will become i remember you will you remember me
October 24, 2017
9 comments:
Love the dreamy sense of this (or maybe it's a nightmare...) all the thing we can see in a mirror.
I have never liked mirrors or catching my reflection in a window. But seeing myself wearing a mask is even stranger. I can feel the horror!
There is a sense of unease in this one, very dark, with teeth, ready to bite...
The day of the dead is not scary. Halloween appears to me more humorous than scary as well. Good question at the end about remembrance. Death is a change in perspective.
I tell everyone I don't like to look in the mirror because every time I do some old woman gets in front of me! That came to mind as I read your poem, which was perfect, as always!
I don't like looking in a mirror either as I can't believe that old crone is really me...
Where did the real me go?
Anna :o[
Oh how the mind can wander in the mirror...from life to death and all the masks we wear in between.
the part about the croc...green...Neverland...and an "alter" with offerings placed there..as in the "alter being" we've found or put in place...I find this post so intriguing.
I really liked the part about looking in the mirror and croc skin. I relate, though I dont believe it of you for a second. Smiles. I was especially moved by your closing lines.....laying gifts on the altar to remember those departed. Sigh. Very beautiful, Annell. I love your title!
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