The masquerade
This is the night
an anonymous girl
warps a shadow
an anonymous girl
warps a shadow
matching the queen
of the masquerade
of the masquerade
This is the night
of her metamorphoses
giving her wings of
of her metamorphoses
giving her wings of
a butterfly, vibrating
coloured thoughts
This is the night
she wears a veil.
drenched in perfume
she wears a veil.
drenched in perfume
concealing the days
of her laboures life
Lady dance, dream, dare
to drop your mask
and sing a new song
Become your shadow
when the night is still young
to drop your mask
and sing a new song
Become your shadow
when the night is still young
Love the idea of "coloured thoughts"! A beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteWe too are not really Halloween orientated! Although the idea seems to be filtering into the merchandise in shops!
I enjoyed your carneval. Thank you. And bravo for writing poetry in a language other than your mother tongue!
ReplyDeleteMay I have this dance, mysterious lady?
ReplyDeleteHi Marja! Carnaval in Rio... This post looks rather Venetian... ;)
ReplyDeleteRecovering from the flu and other viruses, Blogtrotter Two is waiting for you with views, palaces and gardens in Algiers... Enjoy and have a great weekend!
nice. I like the veil of perfume disguising her labors. wonder if all social groups have some sort of steam release valve?
ReplyDeleteCarnaval is eigenlijk alleen voor zuid Nederland and Halloween wordt hier nog steeds niet echt gevierd. Wij wachten af wat Sinterklaas zal brengen!
ReplyDeleteBedankt voor je bezoek!
A great atmosphere you've created with this.
ReplyDeleteLady, dance, dare
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and sing a new song
I just love the above words - delightfully written!
By the way do you know my cousin Charlene Warman? Just had to ask!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Indeed some people can become 'someone else' when they put on a mask. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. As you said, become the shadow. The metamorphoses in your poem was a sweet one, however. Loved the wings of a butterfly and the sweet perfume.
ReplyDelete(Was in Christchurch, by the way.)
Enjoyed the background story as well as the poem. It is sad that the transformation couldn't have lasted longer.
ReplyDeleteIt is intriguing.
ReplyDeleteWhat a pretty poem filled with lovely images.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks Gemma Here you see more Haloween stuff in the shops as well
ReplyDeleteI think the kids pick it up
Thanks vive I never wrote poetry in dutch so I don't know how that feels
Squirrel ok but don't step on her toes
Not in Rio trotter in wijchen
I think so braincat There are so many festivals and celebrations
Hi wil yes I didn't think about that although I lived in Gelderland
so it is a big part of Holland
Thanks anthony
Diane I don't know your cousin I live on the south of christchurch
Indeed Mary sometimes for the worse as well. You were in Christchurch Next time hop by for a coffee
That would be good wouldn't it pp
Thanks cyclops
Thanks pamela
You said during Carnival people are more open and passionate being behind a mask can bring bravery to be open and fun loving. I hope you enjoy Carnival as much as we enjoy Halloween.
ReplyDeleteI like the mask as metamorphosis.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoyed reading the way you put your words and images together for this. You sound like a woman of the world--from Netherlands to New Zealand. The most exciting Carneval we ever witnessed was in Maastrict. (When we lived in Utrecht.)
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed, it should have lasted longer. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, I am the one who lived in Utrecht. Sorry my comment was not linked to my blog. I am still not really adept with all this linking and such. I even tried to find your e-mail and could not find it. The e-mail link on your profile did not work for me. We lived in Utrecht in 1987-88 (and in Mepple in 1969-70.) My e-mail is Peggan@aol.com and you did find my blog I see at http://ponderingspeggy.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed to read your nice poem,Marja!
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