BY MAC LOGAN
Smothered, hidden, cobweb-bound,
cached facets twitch yet gather dust.
No casement dare transparent show
the fury, dread and craven lust.
There in the dark, restrained, they twitch …
and sob and spark and never die.
Deep in seams of psyche hid,
caged, not dormant. Wild, they lie.
Pupae-like they squirm and strain,
mutating, breakout ever near.
Unpredicted, crouched to pounce,
where lost control leaks cause for fear.
The adroit masking of a face,
a voice or eyes will bare disclose
where threshes primal turmoil deep,
bound by convention’s knots and bows.
Comportment-safe foregather we,
as rules of conduct bind us close.
When bindings burst, with strong affect,
the mask may fall … then heaven knows.
Copyright Mac Logan
Mac Logan is a Scottish Poet & Author.