Mouth Me

Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

If you were a mouth nothing more nothing less

What thoughts and sentiments would you express

Watched closely you can see what it can be

A scarlet vermil tinctured gash swearing profanities

A pink rose bud singing words so pure and sweet

Beautiful Eyes

The eyes have been called the ‘windows of the soul’

Ill-nature and bad passions will show prominently in the eyes so behold

It is not so much the colour, the size, but more the expression that makes them beautiful

No amount of ink, pencil or colour will keep them youthful

For centuries women have studied the art of applications