Jessica McCallum © 2011
Making Up
Are we all clowns, underneath?
With faces painted, emotions
cleverly masked, windows
of the soul… concealed?
When make-up is removed
Will it wash away fears,
finally reveal thoughts,
make us naked?
Or tattoo a memory
of past love in pain
punishing or celebrating
that which shapes us.
Perhaps still clothe ourselves
In past experiences
keeping them close
to our hearts?
…and what colour should love be
on the face we show the world?
Is fear the white make-up base?
Do Blue Brows give early warnings
above our windows of the soul,
predict a cautious tale of woe?
The vehicle of words which wound
wears lipstick red – do they reveal
blood spilt in misunderstanding?
Are we all clowns, underneath?
With faces painted, emotions
cleverly masked, windows
of the soul… concealed?
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2011
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