This Mask Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

This Mask



This mask
-it traps me in
I can't climb past
it's charming grin

It's twinkling eyes
and gaze so wide
afforded me
a place to hide

But see me now
all feathered and tarred
a soul caught fast
and prison barred

Oh, release me now
from this prison of 'nice'
My soul is turning into
blocks of ice

and trickling away.

June 1988

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Carol Fleming Klein

Carol Fleming Klein

Stoneham, Massachusetts
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