The Face of an Artist
Free Verse

Paint and powder
prance across her canvas
unattractively circumspect
tortured by allegories
the folds of flesh
discarding as her face
falls on her bust:
foundation’s skin
peppered by peeling flakes
on a drift of fine mist
the weathered dust
deliberating her sweater.
She brushes –
her lipstick twist
of a dry smile
commentating
as she flourishes a finger:
perspective
somewhat just
a little out of…