Poetry of Margot Carpenter
Mascara Is So
She brushes black mascara
On her soft lashes,
Framing her eyes.
These eyes, once brittly closing out,
Now welcome more the world.
These eyes, once wetting her cheeks
With hot and salty water,
Now are clearer.
She puts the mascara down,
The framing completed.
These eyes deserve to be framed.
These eyes deserve to be.
© 1968 by Margot Carpenter