Geisha's Mask

A living masquerade of perfection. But what of her beneath it?

She walks with quiet ethereal grace,

Her steps like ripples new.

Delicate beauty in her porcelain face,

Kimono of silken blue.

From porcelain comes an ebony stream,

Controlled yet flowing pure,

Swimming with orbs of purest cream,

Shimmers of deep azure.

Shamisen strings bend true to her touch,

Colour the air with sound.

The gentlemen lavish her being with praise

Applause erupts all round.

But porcelain hides the fall of tears,

Burning her cheeks with pain.

Her steps hide violent tsunamis of fears,

Her soul a scarred terrain.

Yes, she is praised and admired by all,

And suitors are no chore.

But he who's praise she desires above all

Will touch her heart no more.

So now she paints her porcelain face

To hide her hurt away.

Perfection provides the perfect mask

For words she will not say.

Reviews

[ansab shahid]

This is amazing ,loved the last stanza !

[Danielle]

Lovely, your words are of such beauty!