Imperial

Number 2.

 

The bottle, perfectly manufactured,

Sat upon her vanity;

The lights all around the mirror

Seemed to catch it especially,

Making it brighter, shinier,

As it glistened on the wood.

Such a contrast

Between the solid oak –

Cut by her grandfather’s own hands,

Crafted with care –

And the shining bottle,

Almost like the difference

Between the two eras.

The rouge on her lips and

The kohl on her eyes were

Perfectly touched, perfectly done

So that she looked like a

Porcelain doll.

And the final touch –

A spritz of hairspray

From the bottle upon her vanity.

Reviews

[Andromeda]

i love the wordplay on vanity. great!!

I can see it....
I like how you begin (2nd line) with the vanity and then end with it. It's all very vivid.