September 3, 2002
The Cloak
Tracy Curbelo
A child hides inside my head
Awoman resides within my heart.
Do you know me?
Grande Dame of disguise;
Mistress of Illusion.
Those who sit in judgement of me
Can never know it is not me they sit in judgement of.
With a veil across my eyes;
Protected by a sheer garment of woven spells, I hide in
crowds And stand out in solitude.
The lone queen who welcomes all,
Yet receives none.
Mine is not the company to seek.
I see all,
Yet cannot be seen.
Hidden within my cloak of spells,
Created by mine own hand.
"Remove thy cloak!" you say.
I cannot, you see,for it is part of me.
So, like a jealous lover,
With a look, has the power to stay thy hand.
It is mine forever.
What I created,
I cannot contain.
The power of control,
Do I dare hope to gain?
"Remove thyself, you filthy, foul
rag!
Look behind me,
See the hag!"
Like a wraith in the night She comes
to my plight.
On the wings of an owl Her power takes flight.
So, I cast my lot with Hers and together we are one!
So remove yourself and
Run,run,run!!!
With a hiss of its breath
It muttered one last curse,
but to no avail,
It just dispersed!
The air is clear,
The spell has broke.
I look down at my feet and
I see the cloak.
With hands outstretched
And my head bowed,
I give to Her my solemn vow.
I am naked now.
Tracy Curbelo