The Essence of M

The Essence of M

Her face is a Waterhouse painting.

Timeless beauty, classic art,

But looks can be deceiving

something beyond Man's perceiving.

When you think you know her,

I beg, think again.

Unveil one mystery, more riddles, further hidden.

She's the veritable onion's skin,

peel away a layer, reveal darker depths within.

Under her soft alabaster veneer

hides a woman with a spine,

a forged titanium spear.

Mistake her for a bit of fluff

Blood may spill when she calls your bluff.

Innocent smile, sweet spring flower

hides a mind of exceptional power

Demeen or call her "babe, hon or sugar"

She'll slit your chauvinistic throat

then wield the knife at evening's dinner.

She paints her world with chromatic flair

surrounded by the unique and rare.

The woman's an enigma, a goddess, that's true.

But, Hecate or Aphrodite

which face will she show you?

© Diana 2010