This post from 2014 speaks for itself. Just a little explanation about the project
I was doing a poetry project from June 2014 to May 2015. I asked my readers to give me a prompt and I wrote a poem about it. It was working rather well in the beginning but very soon I ran out of readers and prompts. However, I was not giving up and changing it into posting a poem a day and finding an interesting prompt myself. I look fondly back to that time and even have started to write a poem a day at the end of last year. But most of them won’t see any publishing. But here number 15 of the old “A Prompt A Day for Bee”:
I hate those lady film- or novel characters who just sit there screaming for help. Come on ladies, we can do better than that! They are usually very beautiful and I cannot see why beauty automatically makes you a coward.
Well, of course, I am aware that that is a stereotype, but it seems deeply ingrained in our subconsciousness. Personally, I have a bit of a troubled relationship with beauty.
I have no problem seeing the beauty of a landscape, some architecture or a sculpture. But beauty in a person feels a little dubious to me. Well, physical beauty that is. The beauty of a mind or soul is a wonderful thing in my books.
There is, however, nothing wrong with being beautiful even though of course “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”. Hmmm, lots of thoughts and topics to draw from for a poem about “beauty” or “beautiful”. Let’s see where it leads me :-).
Stunned I look at
the face of a middle-aged woman:
“Isn’t she beautiful?”
little Morgaine whispers.
To me though, she looks a little alien.
Thinking about beauty reminded me when I first met a friend of my step-mum. She was married to a much older man whose lifestyle allowed her to take very good care of herself. She spent a lot of time with her beauty regime something entirely alien to me.
It was not until my 40s that I started to care more about my physical appearance. If it would not have been for my family who gave me nice clothes as presents I probably would have worn plastic bags.
When I met my husband, though for the first time I felt beautiful in a physical sense and took some action to make myself more attractive. But I can remember that moment when I first met my step-mom’s friend and how her beauty stunned me.
There was and is something about her that just makes you stare.