Making Up For Egypt
I would sit
In a tight space:
No natural light
Endearing the day.
Thigh-length white gown, obtusely
Tied with gold braid, loosely
At the waist
And tired gaze peered into a small mirror,
Cosmetics in hand, mind contrite…
I would brush
Eyelids with green:
Unnatural sight,
Preparing the day.
Black liner, eye-paint sinuously
Daubed with bold sweeps, selflessly
With kohl’s sheen
And keen gaze peered at a scribe’s face,
Wig in hand, senses alight…
Pete Ray
February 2016
Mornings spent making up my eyes to appear as though I was an ancient Egyptian scribe: ‘Thoth-hotep’, ready for Egyptian handling sessions in role at Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery…
Good days...
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My son, Jamie, had to assist me one day, when his school was closed for teacher training... Poor lad. |
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