vow you tracked long in
repeats what sticks: your face holds
our play behind masks.
© 2011 Maureen E. Doallas
I offer this poem, written in Shadorma form (a six-line stanza following a 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllabic pattern), for the One Shot Wednesday event at One Stop Poetry, which each week invites poets to share, read, and comment on each other's work. Be sure to visit the site late Tuesday afternoon and every Wednesday for the many contributors' poems.