George Onamade

Maskaphobia

A have developed a fear of masks.
I see them
Everywhere I turn:
Tributaries
Of the River Tay that haunts my dreams
Whenever 
I close my eyes.

There are white ones,
Black ones,
Blue, pink, yellow and green ones.
Ones in two colours
Or bathed
Riotous Chrysanthemums.

They line the streets 
like mines.

So, I dance on pavements:
Cracks like gullies.
They will 
swallow whole.

A have developed a fear of masks.
I see them
Everywhere I turn.


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