Lipstick

She still puts on lipstick the same way,
calls it ‘lippy’ like it was a toy

One time she was his Venus
emerging fresh onto the shore of him

Now it’s Saturn who looks back
from the mirror

smeared,
croaking lame words of age

poem Β© copyright David F. Barker 2013

7 thoughts on “Lipstick

  1. Great poem – simple and thought provoking – “Venus / emerging fresh from the shore of him” is brilliant – last line is reminiscent of Lear.

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