The Carnival Poem by Rashida Mack

The Carnival



Face paint,
the brush tip dipped in blood,
horse hairs tickle my cheeks, bridge and chin,
as crimson red trickles down the swells,
warm,
than cold and dry,
I am something
other, then before.

*www.Goldenphant.com

Thursday, October 16, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: horse
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