I find my old make up bag at the back of
My bedside drawer. Digging around in 80s history
My bottle of blue mascara finds me.
Twisting the lid, like a miniature time capsule,
The familiar acrid smell flies free; like a pent-up genie
But the wand is as dry as forty year-old, buried bones.
I felt like Scarlet O’Hara back then!
Dragged in drainpipe jeans and Doc Martins.
Listening to Duran Duran on my Sony Walkman,
Eyes painted like an Egyptian queen.
New age romanticism fed my youthful enthusiasm
For finding the perfect orgasm which
Only ever seemed to happen,
When I put my blue mascara on.
I slip it under my pillow and leave the room.
Happy International Women’s Day!
08 March, 2020