Vesti la giubba

This is for the dverse prompt—masks. We’ve just had another fox incident and I intended to write about Mr Fox. It didn’t work out quite like that.


Inscrutable and false, the phoney foxy face,

So many layers upon the lily-white true,

No face scraped bare of tints and shades, we show,

No heart ripped red and raw stuck on showy sleeve.

Yet what is true and pure, a Jesus true with open arms,

And eyes raised to behold a heavenly Parrish blue,

A real you, beneath the bristling beast or melting smile?

Dig deep and we are all the wild-eyed crouchers

In the depths of frozen caves.

Not pristine-pure as glacier water,

Virtuous, spiritual as some troubadour,

We slouch and shamble in the hallowed dark,

And lick the dripping blood from lipless mouths.  

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

29 thoughts on “Vesti la giubba”

    1. I think once you accept that every individual is unique, with the capacity to change and adapt, you accept that we all show different aspects of ourselves to different people in different circumstances.

  1. Your closing line is killer–and you had me too at /wild-peyed crouchers/ There is a tincture of the macabre in this piece–dark and light in turns.

  2. A beautiful write that gave me another perspective on the topic…maybe the masks are not really masks at all, just ripples and tides in our ever changing minds.

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