Strangers face smiled;
Eye shadow, metallic blue
Blinked and gazed;
Scented candles cowered,
Lavender run
Through the air.
As under icy breathes:
Tiny flames flickered.
Face in mirror faded.
Hidden under frosted mists,
It leered at her.
She stood reviled,
In waterfalls of pain.
Metallic tears fell
From dissolving face,
False eyelashes,
Flew away,
As rouged cheeks
Gurgled down the drain,
But still she kept,
On washing.
Then slowly,
Taps turned westwards,
Water ebbed away,
And the empty
Mirror Stared.
By P.J.Reed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this thoughtfully written poem. My Dad (who was lucky enough to have 4 daughters and no sons!) used to tell my sisters and I that our makeup was a mask. That we shouldn't be afraid to show the world our natural beauty. Lol. This poem rreminds me of his words! Thanks for sharing!