Blending Sheep

Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe – Tuesday Writing Prompt
Write a piece of prose around the word “faceless”

Do burqa-draped women
feel faceless? Now
that we mask day
after day, mumbling
sounds to our own
ears and others, I
cannot conceive
of being covered
head to toe every
day. Summer sticks
to my mouth and nose;
I feel suffocated.
Even a smile
is hidden,
as is a frown.
We become a mass
of unseeing, unseen

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to Blending Sheep

  1. I do find the masks upsetting, because we can’t smile at each other anymore, with them on.


  2. Such truth in this these days


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