Hello Poetry Lovers
Welcome to our beauty spot section.
Adoring any form of cosmetic, I’ve tried to sum up a life-long hankering for something intangible. And I don’t think I’m the only one by any means.
The word beauty promises something so elusive, anyway do read on…..
Mum went out the house with a
smudge of lipstick and face powder
Sister would do some self-mutilating
eye-liner, and spit on cake mascara
I longed for false eyelashes and baby
But toner took off half my skin
loose powder granules swum in my handbag
Mascara on my pillow
traces of red lipstick on a tea cup
Tan soaked tissues on the dressing
table – all slovenly attempts at beauty
Foundation only good for covering
love bites – and tears.
I wasn’t going to find my other face.
One that other’s put on so easily.
Glamour would never be my friend
destined to stand in the beauty playground
- Until I discovered bronzer!
H Moulson 2020
I hoped you like this piece, PL’s. We’ll be back real soon for more poetry shenanigans.