Enfoldment

Winter enfolds my many faces
soothes scars left by scorching words
darkness a refuge.
But come spring―
call me by any name
and I will let go of dead weight
shed offended mask
to stand exposed my many faces
interchangeable.

A yellow tropical flower whose name I don’t know

Note: The poem is in response to Sanaa at Prompt Nights, “Life is a masquerade. You never know might be hiding behind a mask or facade.”

Khaya Ronkainen

27 Comments

  1. Whistles!!❤️? This is absolutely mesmerizing a write, Khaya 😀 you had me at the opening lines; the imagery, the pacing of the poem and the tone completely draws the reader in! Especially love “But come spring― call me by any name and I will let go of dead weight” sigh.. beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤️?

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  2. Love the play of meaning of words of masks… Life changes us. Experiences changes us. Just like the seasons change the land. But even after the roughest winter, spring will still be spring.

  3. Winter is a time to be enfolded, contemplative, a healing darkness and then spring and my spirit awakens – a time to begin anew. We all have our masks, wisdom is knowing which to let go of. Lovely read, Khaya

  4. ‘Call me by any name’ is so apt in springtime as we become new again and relive our lives with so many possibilities.

  5. I love this take – a real sense and feel of being in control and empowered by putting on the ‘right’ face for each situation that arises

  6. Brilliant poem, Khaya! We all wear masks through life – the power and control is well portrayed with the parting shot of ‘interchangeable’.

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