FASHION’S FACES – THOUGHTS AT KENWOOD
While phantom music permeates the hall
Strummed by a maiden in a golden gown
And godlike generals glower from the wall
The past times courtesans and queens look down.
Deep bosomed prisoners with pallid skin
Each plump wrist manacled with jewelled chain
Does fashion’s face conceal the vice within?
And can a painters brush explore their pain?
Vitality compressed within a cage
What mischief might those hooded eyes belie
The painted shadows of a former age
Seen through a jobbing artist’s shuttered eye
A studied likeness reproduced by art
May never yet reveal the hidden heart
Aline Waites © 2006
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