Poem of the Week - 'Powder Puff' by Vicky Arthurs

Powder Puff

Her dressing table is a magic realm:
A fairy-tale hairbrush, a terrible comb,
A delicate web of lace and ice;
Snowflakes and flowers and strands of silver,
A downy duckling in a looking glass.

I follow her face through halls of mirrors,
A kiss, a kiss on her paper skin.
She dabs my nose with a powder puff:
Soft. Soft. Soft as a cygnet.
Scented dust: its sunlit beauty.


Vicky Arthurs evokes detailed and delicate imagery in this poem from her collection Limehaven. Available to buy on our website

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