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…..
Made Up
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
pink blusher
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
all alone
- 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.
Heather Moulson 
Beware of the “greengrocers’ apostrophe”. In your poem you have written the possessive [ other’s ] where you mean just the plural [ others ]. Your friend and fellow-poet, Connaire the Nit-picker
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