The china doll perched, perilous, upon the fireplace ledge
Her beauty unquestionable, but pale and with an edge
Her outlook seemed serene, surveying her domain
As if there were no challenges, no antagonists remained.
Shining bright in morning light, no equals met her gaze
She glimpsed an unimpeded path to always brighter days
Yet watching dark and dangerous, a creature lurked below
Silently he stalked her, ignoring her ‘no’.
The fall was just as quick
The china doll came crashing down
The dust rose up quite thick.
The labor of the artist destroyed forever more
A thousand tiny pieces lay scattered on the floor
The cat, with devilish grin, now surveyed her domain
Seeing the havoc she had wreaked, and counting it as gain.
Beauty, like art, is fragile
And easily undone
Molded in a myriad of minutes
Destroyed in less than one.
Were beauty truth we’d all be lost,
For none would long endure,
Thank God that truth’s more durable
And so much more secure.
For Yuliya April 10 2011