Beauty’s Demise--By Jan Henson--Turkey

Beauty’s Demise
(Terza Rima Sonnet)

A beauty all of her glorious young days,
Is it lost as she gets to her elder years?
She keeps her vanity in various ways.

Hoping to be valued by her unkind peers,
Her makeup she applies with the greatest care,
She keeps at bay the sting of sad, salty tears.

Never allowing her face to be seen bare,
Or her hair to fall out of it’s given place.
When alone in the mirror she will just stare

Past the veil of wrinkles that cover her face
To the girl, of the past, with flashing green eyes
That set men’s hearts fluttering and blood to race.

Now her beauty has reached it’s final demise
Her soul has taken beauty up to the skies.

Jan Henson has written poetry for a few years. She finds it an enjoyable experience.  When she attended school in England (in the ‘50’s) poetry seemed such a dry medium and she wasn’t all that impressed.  After school, she became a hairdresser and continued the profession after her marriage and birth of her four children.  When her youngest was three, she started working nights at a nursing home.  She realized her passion for the profession and became a nurse.  She worked in the healthcare industry for 20 years.  After her children were grown, she retired to Turkey where she currently lives.