Staring into the old mirror & what did she see?
Asking the image she saw, “are you really me?”
The old face looked back, a blank canvas in grey,
And answered, “no my dear, it´s not you, no way”.
She got out her paints & she primed all the seams,
Painting over the ruts & grooves in magnolia cream,
She brushed light dusting on cheeks, of soft pink rose,
Then she high-lighted brow-bones, her chin & her nose.
Now for the eyes, which had disappeared in drab wife,
With stroke of mascara & liner, she gave them new life,
Sad down-turned lips, she lined & filled with wine red,
With her painting complete, she then tossed her head.
“This old mirror, together with life, conspires against me,
And that familiar face in the glass, is not at all who I´ll be,
With my magic brushes & palette, I´ll now face the world,”
Winking at the girl in the mirror, she turned, patting her curls.
© Sue Lobo
Excerpt from the book “I Am Woman”
$10.95 Plus Shipping ~ Available at CTU Publishing Group and Amazon.com
About the Author
Sue Lobo is the author of three books of her experiences in Africa, a poetry book “Africa My Africa” which is poetry reflecting African life in the terrible apartheid era in South Africa & “Lollipops of Dust”, her autobiography, of a child´s view of living in colonial Africa, in the Kalahari desert, with all the magic of what the old Africa had to offer. Her last book “The Last Dance” was published by Creative Talents Unleashed. She has also participated in eleven poetry anthologies with other very talented poets & has won a couple poetry competitions in Gibraltar & Spain. On occasions she has written requested epitaphs and elegies for families of departed souls. She is married to a Spaniard, with two grown up sons & presently lives in Spain. The sale of this latest collection of animal themed poetry called “Wild Whisperings” published by Creative Talents Unleashed will go entirely to Save The Rhino Fund.
Visit Author Page At:www.ctupublishinggroup.com/sue-lobo.html
Categories: author
Reblogged this on The Salamander Chronicles – Don Beukes.
LikeLike