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Editor's Choice Poem

Star*Line 31.2
March/April 2008

The Masquerade

Shondra's mask drips pearls and diamonds down its chin
And her eyes hide behind emerald windows with ruby brows.

Leticia's mask, a dull alabaster blank in the light of day,
Glows in the darkness, a phosphorescent Moon Goddess revealed
     in her element.

Deirdre's mask folds vision, distorts expectations with Eastern mysticism
And technology - it is white, or black, or both in balance, depending
on her mood.

We sit and watch, in our devil-guises, our monstrous heads
Of paper and paste and wire, nodding, nodding,
More from the weight than from pleasure.

Zhang's mask breathes fire in blue-white dragon bursts
While its body and tail wrap her in iridescent scales and sharp
     clutching claws.

Elise's mask gives off scents as she moves, each carried by subtle winds -
Seductress riding a moist equatorial breeze, or ice princess wrapped
in polar gusts.

We growl and whine, applaud and whistle,
Appreciate artifice yet fail to appease
The longing for something more.

At last the Maskless One arrives, her plain broad nose and
     mud-brown eyes
Set clumsily above her thin-lipped mouth, her sloping chin.

And we the Plague-born search in vain
For scars or boils or chancres or cancers
And weep before the power of her unmarred beauty.

-Mikal Trimm
         
Fin Fit

Ella smells the jeans order
before the clandestine rap
taps low on the beach house door.
Strong and briny, the deep sea
overpowers the light salty air
on the ocean wind.

Weather-aged wood creaks
each squeak closer with a slide
whoosh as if a creature wiggles
its way across the deck with fins
instead of legs. The tapping starts
and Ella opens the door.

The mermaid is sheathed
in a pair of legless blue jeans,
tight and fin fit. Sleekly tracking
curves down a shapely tail to her fin,
the designer denim hides
lower body scales.

an ornamental pocket
bears Ella's signature-
she's a repeat customer.
the creature sings
in a voice always a song
even when conducting business.
Off-key, sharply grating,
it is a tune only beautiful
to a male targeted for seduction.

Tight-fit curve-hugging
denim suggesting something
far more sexy and alluring
than a scaly fish-bottom
exponentially increases
a mermaids conquests.

Antique gold doubloons,
perfectly formed pearls-
Malibu is missing
some serious male hunks,
Ella tallies her bank balance,
pretends not to notice.

- Deborah P Kolodji


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