Woman of many faces.
Woman of many faces, you stand tall in the quest of life, interchanging the masks of your many faces. One to lead the other to follow and better yet the one to worship, but best of all to memorize, the embattled soul who stares into her eyes.
Who is to say which face you will receive, for she the puppeteer, conjurer, constant master changing without rehearsing. Instinct is her projectionist. Moving from face to face – reflection, deflection, captivating, ignoring, laughing, crying and finally dying…
A death of the younger mask..
Now old and decrepit her old mask she wears. Few see her, few care. Slowly she disappears into an invisible mask, her golden years to live.
Her memory in tact she opens the cupboard to once again to look at her many wonderful masks. Nostalgia sets, tears fall, but all at once her head she turns and through another tunnel in another room she sees her lover, her children, her grandchildren.
The invisible mask she carefully removes and proudly crowns herself with the mask of the wise, the matriarch, the woman who stood tall and created it all ……
Maria Avraamides
Athens Greece
23/2/2011
Woman of many faces, you stand tall in the quest of life, interchanging the masks of your many faces. One to lead the other to follow and better yet the one to worship, but best of all to memorize, the embattled soul who stares into her eyes.
Who is to say which face you will receive, for she the puppeteer, conjurer, constant master changing without rehearsing. Instinct is her projectionist. Moving from face to face – reflection, deflection, captivating, ignoring, laughing, crying and finally dying…
A death of the younger mask..
Now old and decrepit her old mask she wears. Few see her, few care. Slowly she disappears into an invisible mask, her golden years to live.
Her memory in tact she opens the cupboard to once again to look at her many wonderful masks. Nostalgia sets, tears fall, but all at once her head she turns and through another tunnel in another room she sees her lover, her children, her grandchildren.
The invisible mask she carefully removes and proudly crowns herself with the mask of the wise, the matriarch, the woman who stood tall and created it all ……
Maria Avraamides
Athens Greece
23/2/2011
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