Issue I

Welcome to the first issue of WORD for 2008, Bishop Kearney High School's online Literary Magazine. In this issue you will find samplings of writing and art from the diverse community of students at Bishop Kearney.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Masquerade

As beautiful pairs waltz past me
I hide behind a sequined mask
As I watch for a bandit read to flee
Nobody will look or even think to ask

I hide behind a sequined mask
Tropical colored silks swoosh and flair
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I am waiting for a mad man to dare

I hide behind a sequined mask
A delicate gloved hand I hold in my own
Nobody will look or think to ask
My cleverness will never be known

I hide behind a sequined mask
My lady and I are one of many lots
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I must find the man with a bow tie of dots

I hide behind a sequined mask
My spine prickles as I spot our suspect
Nobody will look or even think to ask
These beautiful couples from him I must protect

I hide behind a sequined mask
I squeeze my lady’s silky white hand twice gently
Nobody will look or even think to ask
Through her mask her eyes signal me no differently

I hide behind a sequined mask
We glide gracefully to the bandit’s side
Nobody will look or even think to ask
His henchmen call him a hero, bona fide

I hide behind a sequined mask
He reaches for his deadly knife
Nobody will look or even think to ask
He is prepared to extinguish a lovely life

I hide behind a sequined mask
Slyly, I slip in for a dance with his lady
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I waltz her away to safety

I hide behind a sequined mask
My eyes drift to our bandit
Nobody will look or even think to ask
I hope my lady can handle it

I hide behind a sequined mask
I see my lady romantically touch his cheek
Nobody will look or even think to ask
Neither of us has ever been meek

I hide behind a sequined mask
I watch her slip the silvery devil’s tool away
Nobody will look or even think to ask
In my heart, I cheer a hurray!

I hide behind a sequined mask
I slip her hands into mine
Nobody will look or even think to ask
As our eyes meet we share a sure sign

I hide behind a sequined mask
We are two spies, we will not lie
Nobody will look or even think to ask
We are true heroes, we won’t let you die

Becky Brumbaugh

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