Adornment
Admire the blank and empty canvas
Upon which delicate brush-strokes have been drawn
As if to create a pretty picture, an illusion
There, across her angled shoulders
A golden sash is lightly drawn
An elegant sweep of colour
Upon the whiteness of her milky flesh
There, around her neck
A delicate filigree thread
Suspends a single diamond
Upon the gossamer cloth
Above her gently-rising breast
There, along her naked arms
A rack of gilded circlets
That click, and sing like cymbals
Resonating to her body’s movement
There, between her slim and elegant fingers
Twine delicate rings
The silvered settings of topaz
Jewelled in harmony
With her carmined nails
There, beside her pallid face
Lie invisible, tiny blonde hairs
Along the nape and cheekbone
And from the faintest pinkness
Of curving ear-lobes
Hang heavy hoops of gold
There, up to the very edges of her pretty mouth
Runs the painted line of lip-gloss
A precise and perfect butterfly
Beneath the pertness of her nose
And its tiny jewelled stud
And there, across her sculpted face
Sits her calm and cool expression
That speaks so little of the effort
That it took to look so natural
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