Twelfth night. The last day of Christmas, the end of the pagan winter festival, the night when the Lord of Misrule takes centre stage, lords become servants and servants become lords. Twelfth night, the start of the Carnival season. For the classicists amongst you, think of Janus, the two faced god whose festival heralds the start of the new year.
Entrants are charged with writing a poem or flash fiction of up to 500 words that involves masks or masquerades.
And here is my entry: