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  <title>Journey to Ixtlan</title>
  <subtitle>(are we there yet?)</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>kokopelle</name>
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  <updated>2015-04-29T18:47:59Z</updated>
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    <title>Poem - Masque</title>
    <published>2015-04-29T18:47:59Z</published>
    <updated>2015-04-29T18:47:59Z</updated>
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    <category term="maque"/>
    <category term="futility"/>
    <category term="depression"/>
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    <content type="html">A masque is defined as “a form of amateur dramatic entertainment, popular among the nobility in 16th- and 17th-century England, which consisted of dancing and acting performed by masked players”.  Masque of the Red Death was a tale about death visiting a fateful masquerade ball.  My poem “Masque” is about the festivities of life, and the backdrop therein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masque&lt;br /&gt;Poem for Day 119 – 20150429&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on the masque,&lt;br /&gt;regale the throngs&lt;br /&gt;with music, dancing&lt;br /&gt;acting, and song.&lt;br /&gt;Wear the mask,&lt;br /&gt;the face of like,&lt;br /&gt;on this stage &lt;br /&gt;of ill concealed.&lt;br /&gt;Contracts suborned&lt;br /&gt;by sickness inner,&lt;br /&gt;have strength &lt;br /&gt;to portray&lt;br /&gt;the smiling outer.&lt;br /&gt;Make merry,&lt;br /&gt;hide terror,&lt;br /&gt;to fair patrons,&lt;br /&gt;consorts all&lt;br /&gt;in a play&lt;br /&gt;most bitter.&lt;br /&gt;The masque goes&lt;br /&gt;on,&lt;br /&gt;life dies&lt;br /&gt;within,&lt;br /&gt;hope worn&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;br /&gt;as soul&lt;br /&gt;expires within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=kokopelle&amp;ditemid=520559" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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