House Of Cards - Poem by John Macleod
The masks were well fixed
shrouds of concealment:
smiles and laugher
that purged the glint of keys
unlocking doors of deception.
he hid his secrets
some were winners—
some were failures
she hid her secrets
in deep dark crevices,
submerged in fear.
their house of cards collapsed;
he was face down in the dark
she faced up— toward the light.
Their hands were clasped tightly.
Comments about House Of Cards by John Macleod
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye