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Masquerade

September 3, 2018
By Madeliaccola PLATINUM, Asheville, North Carolina
Madeliaccola PLATINUM, Asheville, North Carolina
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The night of the ball

We were Venetians onstage

The floor prime for our shoes

Yet caustic for our feet

He wanted to dance

But I took his hand

And he stepped along with me

He wore a scarlet mask

As the clock glided on

My mask began to wear

Its violet darkened fast

And I removed it for him

My eyes surprised him; pierced him

But he refused to unmask

And I thirsted to see him

So I revealed him myself

The stultorum rushed in with more

And he was again Arlecchino

I removed the foolish facade

And crushed it under my stilted heel

When they saw he was exposed

I caught a glimpse of his eyes

My own were covered swiftly

And the bandits swiped him away

So I sat lonely on the floor

Yet nothing singed my thighs

Though he made a grand escape

His fire was still alight


The author's comments:

This piece I actually wrote a couple months ago, but is one of the few I still appreciate in its material. It's also right in the middle of my old Italy phase... which I'm not entirely still in, mostly because new phases come around. This is about someone I thought I loved, but I look back now and realize I didn't, mostly because, as this poem details, I didn't know the real him. I hope readers enjoy this drop of Venice that I was infatuated with for some reason... LOL! Come again!


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