Felt in the mood to write today so I headed over to Poets On the Page to see what the prompt was for this week. Turns out they want us to write about cycles. Well, the one cycle I think I’m most attuned to is one that rules my life, the moon. Every month since I was 12 it has determined how my body runs in relation to it’s own cycles, along with the tides. But I began to see it from a different perspective. I realized that much like a woman aging, the moon shows her age in her face as well. And from there, the poem wrote itself. I hope you enjoy.
How Beautiful Her Face
By Jesi Scott
Watch her beautiful face, how it shines
Round and full,
But not smooth…
No, her skin is not smooth at all.
Her face is showing her age,
Marked with cracks and crags,
Blemishes upon the white surface.
No matter how much she powders it,
The scars show through.
And so, she slowly loses her confidence,
Begins to turn away from me
Every night I tell her how lovely she is,
Profess my love for her and her missing smile.
It takes a while,
But ever so gracefully she turns back around
And shines her light on me again.
How beautiful she is, my moon-
Aged and scarred, yes,
But beautiful, nevertheless.