This poem is a bit odd. Please give it a chance by really thinking about it. Thanks!

The Festival of Masks

“Come one, come all
to the Festival of Masks!
Step right in, shed your coat,
lull your babe to sleep,
kiss your slumbering spouse,
send your little one’s off to bed,
and come inside gala’s tent.
You’ll never see the same world again.”

“Scarlet, orange, emerald all stalk within.
Here you’ll find every color, every creature, in the world
 A colorful abyss.”

“Does it not look like an artists pallet?
As vivid as a southern summer sunset?
Here inside the festival you can see
everything on earth, but differently. “

“See, see, see, over there!
Stooped hind that clump of chairs,
a lion sits ready to strike
observing its prey with bared teeth.
Watch as it crouches under a marula tree
camouflaged behind a herd of animals.
Beware of the lion, but don’t fret,
they strike with teeth, but have nothing to protect.”

“Wary, wary be!
For this festival is invested with perils!
In the corner sits the cheetah, slit eyed, and sitting erect,
examining the herds of beast galloping around the celebration,
selecting which animal will fall to it’s teeth, and quick feet.
Craftiness and intelligence glimmers yellow in it’s inky black eyes,
but be joyful, for clever and swift may the cheetah be,
they fatigue, and grow bored only a moment once begun.”

“Now let us observe the tranquil ones.
See the antelope as they prance through the festival,
flicking their necks back and forth as they step.
They flock together by the watering hole, alongside the buffalo
oblivious to the predators prowling about.
They dip their long tongues into the cool drink, vulnerable as uncovered flesh.
Naïve lambs are the antelope and buffalo,
but as kind as a summers breeze.”

“Lets see now
what lies over there? 
So many things to see
so many-” Ding.
Says the old grandfather clock.

“Ah, time is a relentless mistress.
Must we all abide to her will?
The festival is dawning to a close.
Watch yourself as you leave, the lion still hunts, and the cheetah stalks every hour.
But note what I have told you,
the lion, and cheetah may kill, and the antelope stay gullible,
nonetheless, you can be wary of the dangers
 and grateful for the kindnesses that you have discovered here.”

“For the Festival of Masks is simply that.
A place to learn, a place to grow,
a place to make faults, a place to know.
 Do you see the world the same as you did before?”




Submitted: October 11, 2015

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B Douglas Slack

There are many alliterations in this poem, Maggie. Most are recognizable, but some are not - at least to those who are hunted by them. The dangerous foes can be fought, but the benign ones are the most dangerous by far. Take care out there in the wide world. ~Tom

Sun, October 11th, 2015 6:02pm


Thank you!!:)

Sun, October 11th, 2015 11:04am


Seemed kind of like describing a circus? Never been to one. It also seemed like a zoo. Been to those. I could never stand the smell of animals.

Sun, October 11th, 2015 7:39pm


Oh, ok

Sun, October 11th, 2015 3:13pm


Hi Maggi please can you tell me what you are on so I can have some. Brilliant but crazy, every passage I read and got to be confused, I don't think I could give an answer to any of it but it is brilliant as per usual. great work

Wed, October 21st, 2015 10:57am


Thank you!!!:)

Wed, October 21st, 2015 4:09am


Hi, Maggie! It's good to see that you have written a new poem. I'm guessing the message of this poem was to see things through other animal's eyes. Am I right? I loved how the animals were described in detail. Also, the ending of this poem, say, the last four lines, is my favorite part. It rhymes good, and I think it sums up what the poem means. Thanks so much for inviting me to read your poem, Maggie. Have a great day! -AJ

Wed, October 28th, 2015 7:41pm


Thank you!!:)

Wed, October 28th, 2015 4:08pm


Guess who's back! I'm so sorry I haven't read your stuff in a while, I've been caught up with billions of everything from everywhere. But I'm okay now, I think. I will read anything you ask me too, within reason of course. Loved this poem, beginning kinda reminded me of this song called "The Greatest Show Unearthed" by Creature Feature. You should really hear it. For the rest of it, the poem was totally great and vivid and thought-provoking. I officially now have to spend hours on end staring at the ceiling while contemplating my existence and how this poem expands my knowledge of what is and what might be (yes, I like the poem). While I recover from this existential revelation, please do me the honour of reading this story I'm working on called Heartbreakers. Let's just say it's both earth-shattering and heart-breaking (puns puns puns). Anywho, seeya around! ~DJ

Thu, October 29th, 2015 9:02pm


Thank you for the wonderful comment!!:)

Thu, October 29th, 2015 2:59pm

Ronald Lee Bunch

I hope you like comments from me. I'm so simple, anyway, I liked it, and thought it was better than it would be, so I gave it a like, and I am waiting for your next great write, so send me a message of it on my page. And also, I missed you! ;)

Thu, December 3rd, 2015 2:20am


Oh, thank you for commenting and thank you!!:)

Wed, December 2nd, 2015 6:58pm


Had to read it twice because of how good it is. Sorry for the absence, I decided to take Honors classes this year and I have been busy with assignments, but I plan on catching up with reading your stuff

Mon, December 7th, 2015 1:08am


Thank you!!:)

Sat, December 19th, 2015 4:58pm


It conjures up great imagery yet confusing as well.

Sat, April 30th, 2016 10:35pm


Thank you!

Sun, May 1st, 2016 5:36pm

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