The Eye of the Beholder
I sat on the train
travelling to my nine-to- five office job
passengers on Melbourne trains
read or sleep
meditate….
or stare vacantly…..
avoiding other people’s eyes
avoiding conversation
avoiding confrontation
I sat on the train
travelling to my nine-to-five office job
a passenger on a Melbourne train
and glanced at the blonde opposite
homely, plump, jaded, faded
a shapeless dress covering her full figure
she sat, staring vacantly
not reading, not sleeping,
not meditating
avoiding conversation
avoiding confrontation
through darker eyes
she was a beauty, porcelain-fleshed
her face suffused with light
luminous waxen-white
a moon shining
a lamp, candlelit, glowing
above a floral-garden-garment
……..a living Renoir
a worthy prize
Copyright © Susan Baquie | Year Posted 2016
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