Her wealth, with envy, many viewed;
of beauty, she was blessed in spades.
The simple folk, she oft eschewed,
but fortunes change, and beauty fades.
In solitude, she learned of things
of more import than beautyhood;
for sometimes isolation brings
a self that's better understood.
Now, though in worldly terms, she's poor,
compassion has become her art.
She welcomes strangers at her door,
and greets them with an open heart.
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Author Notes
Today's word: beautyhood (n.) the state of being beautiful; the time of life when a person is most beautiful.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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