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Leave Me the Mask

Leave Me The Mask

 

Leave me the mask 

The one full of pain 

That is scarred and wounded 

Hobbling along across the cut grass.

 

Leave me the mask 

The one full forests 

Hooting and howling in the night sky

Crunchy brown leaves falling around.

 

Leave me the mask

The one full of fire 

Spitting and sparking as lightning strikes 

Wiping out anything in its path.

 

Leave me the mask 

The one full of winter 

Pitting and patting falling rain

The wonderful smell of burnt turkey 

Early in the morning.

 

Leave me the mask 

The one full of hope 

The cries turn to laughter on Christmas morning 

As in the flick of a switch, 

Everything turns from evil to good.

 

By Emma L

the mask of joy

The Mask of Joy

 

If you look at the world around you 

and see plastic pollution,

wars in Ukraine,

squabbing politicians,

troubled people fighting 

and rainforests dying

 

You could put on your mask of joy

and listen to the laughter of the crows,

to the sea swishing in the shingle.

You could feel the swift of air

and marvel in the mystery 

of life swirling through the trees.

And once you feel more cheerful,

you can take off your mask

and hide it away safely

so it’s there whenever you might need it.

 

Zoe

The masks….

The white mask is made from

a cloud drifting by and

Snow flakes falling,

 

The pink mask is made from

the feathers of a flamingo

And a piece of candy floss,

 

The yellow mask is made from

butter melting into a hot piece of toast

And a yellow buttercup,

 

The Blue mask is made from

smushed blueberries,

And blue whale skin,


The red mask is made from

the fire engine driving by,

And poppy’s swaying in the wind,

 

The emerald green mask is made from

And the shed skin of a lizard

And the sharp spikes of a cactus ,

 

The brown mask is made from

dark brown conkers and

the mask camouflaged into the no-leaf trees,

 

The black mask is made from

  a shadow of a bat,

  And a mine In the night

  And a tyre going round and round.

The Mask…

The white mask is made from,

the clouds drifting by,

the delicious cream on a birthday cake,

and the stars falling from the sky.

The red mask is made from,

the blood red chillis,

silky rose petals,

and poppies from the battlefields.

The orange mask is made from,

the skin of a carrot,

marmalade cats dancing around the fire,

and tiger’s fur stripped from it’s owner.

The green mask is made from,

a prickly cactus,

a soft tuft of mint,

and the scales of a lizard.

The blue mask is made from,

a gas fire flame,

water from the Pacific Ocean,

and grapes growing on the vine.

The grey mask is made from,

ash fresh out a volcano,

an old elephant,

and a wolf’s coat.

The black mask is made from,

the hot tarmac,

shattered black stained glass,

and a car tyre rolling down the hill.

The pink mask is made from,

the feathers of flamingos,

the velvety feel of cherry blossom,

and cotton.

The yellow mask is made from,

the zest of a lemon,

the stars like diamonds underground,

and a ripening banana.

The brown mask is made from,

a lion’s mane,

chocolate coloured conkers,

and tree bark.

The multicolour mask is made from,

a kaleidoscope of colours,

the pigments snatched from a rainbow,

and the iridescent scales of a fish.

Mask in colour

I wore the red mask and saw,

A blood chilling sunset and a fire engine racing down a town street.

I wore the black mask and I saw ,

A car tyre rolling around a neighbourhood,

A shadow from an unknown person and a bat flying in the night sky.

I wore the pink and I saw,

A field full of tulips that were swaying in the breeze.

I wore the blue mask and I saw ,

A kingfisher diving into a lake ,

The ocean crashing on to  rocks and heard a woodpecker humming in the distance.

I wore the yellow mask and I felt joy and respect ,

A butterfly flying from branch to branch and a star starting to take its form.


The masks of colour

I wore the blue mask

and I saw a huge blue whale

Breaching out of the Artic ocean

And the petal of a bluebell.

 

 

I wore the green mask and saw

a rainforest with leaves falling down 

and a emerald catching my eye.

 

I wore the yellow mask and

I saw the bright yellow sunset

Over the sea and the skin being

Peeled off of a sour lemon.

 

When i wore a pink mask

I saw a magnificent flamingo

Standing on one of its legs and

A bush of dark pink raspberries

And the cotton candy store in the distance

 

When I wore the red mask

My world became a blood red sky

And it’s made of rose petals from

The spiky vines of a different world

The Poem of the Mayan Masks

I put on the brown mask made out of cardboard,a piece of fur from a bears back and the bark from an oak tree .

I put on the blue mask made out of a Blue Whale rolling into the sea a the rocket blasting off to Neptune.

When I put on the black mask the cloak of mysteries and  surprises hit me.

I put on the green mask made out of grass ,clovers and a green high -vis

The masks of colour

I wore the blue mask

and I saw a huge blue whale

Breaching out of the Artic ocean

And the petal of a bluebell.

 

I wore the green mask and saw

a rainforest with leaves falling down 

and a emerald catching my eye.

 

I wore the yellow mask and

I saw the bright yellow sunset

Over the sea and the skin being

Peeled off of a sour lemon.

 

When i wore a pink mask

I saw a magnificent flamingo

Standing on one of its legs and

A bush of dark pink raspberries

And the cotton candy store in the distance

 

When I wore the red mask

My world became a blood red sky

And it’s made of rose petals from

The spiky vines of a different world

My Mayan colour poem

I wore the red mask and saw poppy growing on a field where the soldiers lay to rest

I wore the orange mask and saw neon,high vis traffic cones lined up on the road.

I wore the yellow mask and saw the smallest duckling of the  seasonal spring.

I wore the green mask and saw an emerald green cactus looking lonely in the desert.

I wore the blue mask and saw the navy Pacific Ocean crashing against the rocks.

I wore the pink mask and saw fluffy flamingo eating bright  shrimp from the water.

I wore the white mask and saw snowflakes falling onto the farm yard window.

I wore the grey mask,and saw two dull eyes staring right back at me.

I wore the brown mask and saw a bear cub dancing in a field of long grass.

I wore the black mask and saw fire ash covering the vast blue sky

My marvellous mask poem

The fire red mask is made of the gas flame of a burning car on the streets of the Bahamas.

I wore the black mask that forms a cloak of dreams

with hidden dark , mysterious powers like Voldemort.

I wore the pink mask and saw rows on rows of glistening  tulips dancing in the gentle breeze.

When I put the white mask on I was surrounded by snow like sugar crunching under my feet,it also enabled me to ride on the candy floss clouds.

When I placed the orange mask on my head I saw round apricots as big as basket balls rolling around on the rough ground of the school playground.

I wore the brown mask and saw a land of chocolate and sweets with gumdrop path ways  with candy corn citizens flooding the streets.

I wore the mask of healing , heeled the the sickest patients.

I wore the class mask and saw as clear as day but when I tuck it of the world was a blur.