X - Vis-À-Vis (Face To Face)

Poem By Gillian.E. Shaw

Suddenly, through a veil of tears I saw the knave.
Wearing guilt across a blighted face:
Like the ambitious wife hiding wrong and blood;
vile stubborn stain, longing to vanish.
Vainglorious conquests! Viewed from here; assonine
exploits with multiple illusions.
A magician with a box of tricks opening
up on the darkest day; winding down
to deeper proceedings. Charmed, stinking essence;
transparent, I saw the knave; hidden.

Comments about X - Vis-À-Vis (Face To Face)

I feel the thrust of your passion. Such strong feelings. I agree - senseless, vainglorious. I won't ask why because I can't give an answer.
GILLIAN...I ENJOYED THIS ONE WITH GREAT INTRIGUE...YOUR IMAGERY IS DELIVERED WITH SUCH VERVE...SOLID KO CLOSE, & WORTHY OF A (10) RATING...STRONG PENNING! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~FJ. R.~''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
I really liked this one...from the first line to the last....Very good...
Very interesting, Gillian. You put us right in Queen Elizabeth's court...a place I 'visited' many times in college many years ago. You captured the feel of this 17th century place. Raynette


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