Like a tree in bright green bud, a child, even newly born
Delights the eyes with a simple beauty it’s hard not to adore.
Small limbs’ quest to walk and run drives a perfection of form
But growing up, they somehow learn a desperate need for more.
Struggling for light and air like jungle parasites
Beauties strive obsessively to be the fashion queen
And see the glamour of their faces lit by dazzling lights.
But envy, greed and artifice kill the beauty that is unseen.
Piercing, plucking, preening and perming, delicate daubing with dye
Gel and heat conspiring to tame long hair’s luxuriant coils
Applying torture devices even to the lashes of the eye!
All obscuring the natural beauty that time cannot despoil.
The softer light of real beauty shines gently from inside
And has nothing to do with the brilliant glare of tungsten or halide
This sonnet was inspired by the picture above, the Monday Mural at Poefusion, which is by Alizarin at Deviant Art. You can see what other poets have made of the same prompt in the comments at Poefusion.
And I’m celebrating, because I’ve completed my own NaPoWriMo – thirty-one poems in the month of July – three days early! It’s been an interesting journey to write so prolifically, but really hasn’t been a struggle, particularly with the help of some excellent prompts (look at the rainbow of prompt links in my sidebar!). Some of the poems are weaker than others, and they would all benefit from more polishing. But I’ve learnt a lot about writing in the process – and had a lot of fun expressing some ideas that interest me, or matter deeply. Which is really the point!