Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Niagara Sonnet Fourteen

If ever you were mine, don't leave me pearls,
my eyes brim with tears at your advancing 
years, your leopard prints and tango dancing
into the looking glass with whitening curls.
You once were beautiful and sweet,
the men that took your picture held their heads,
they courted with intentions you were wed,
they benefitted you with Purdy's treats
How momentary  is a compliment
unless a woman's character is built,
a castle on the sand is anchored silt
foundation of a home is wet cement.
Oh now, my darling, do not look at me,
for I beautiful, but never seen.

Emily Isaacson