L'Inconnue
No touch of life
No breath of grace
Closed eyes
No smile
Death ends all.
A moulded face
A moment paused
No desire
No hope
Death ends all.
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<Deleted User> (7164)
Mon 8th Nov 2010 12:59
Oh my god! It's mi' Aunty Mary :-)
Always wondered where she'd got to.x
What a story and what a face. She has a beautific smile. I love this poem. And also the idea behind it - and I guess, having done a first aid course a few years ago, I may have pressed my lips against hers too!
love the back story, and the poem. thx Win x
The brevity of your words work well with the fascinating story behind the mask. The mystery of both the young woman and the mask leaves you wondering...
Simple and stark Carole. I like the title - it is sad though. Bad enough to lose your life - worse to lose your identity.
this is a cheery little number eh , brought about by the epitaph poems on write out loud , and remembrance sunday and samhain , well you know ,, i was thinking about death masks and looked them up on wiki , l'inconnue du seine was a mask made of a young woman found in the seine , which amazingly to me as a nurse was the first face on the resuci anni cpr dolls so i may have given her mouth to mouth I originaly titled the poem death mask but my freind chris neale suggested using the masks title
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Elaine Booth
Mon 8th Nov 2010 21:00
Very sobering poem but liked it a lot.