“The Fair Nun Unmasked” by Henry Robert Morland‘The Mask’ and Other Poetry by Peter Venable The Society November 21, 2020 Poetry 1 Comment The Mask Sin wears a cherubic mask And beams forth paradise. “Come in, recline, and bask.” The discerning eye looks twice: The gate shuts into a vice. Old Nick’s Joke* To the world, Satan is a joke— A creature of mythology, Rising from liturgical smoke, Credible as astrology. Satan—and Zeus and Jupiter, Earth Mother and hammer-held Thor— A projection of bared fangs and fur. (The “beast” schoolboys’ killed with gore.) The Rover views landscapes of Mars. A man beheads for all to see. No answer comes from silent stars. Old Nick loves anonymity. *Note: Old Nick is a centuries old reference to Satan. Epic-gram What we live by, we might die by. Let dying, dethrone unbelief: The soul must turn, or ossify— And close in anguish or relief. Peter Venable has been writing poetry for 50 years. He has been published in Windhover, Third Wednesday, Time of Singing, The Merton Seasonal, American Vendantist, The Anglican Theological Review, and others. He is a member of the Winston Salem Writers. On the whimsical side, he has been published in Bluepepper, Parody, Laughing Dog, The Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online (e. g. # 48) and The Society Of Classical Poets. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) One Response Joe Tessitore November 21, 2020 Your poetry has the feel of the “next step” for me, i.e., it’s time to walk away from the pointless fray and begin thinking about where we’re heading. Mrs. T and I are trying to do exactly that. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.