A smear of lipstick on the way out the door

Mum greeted everyone with a blooming smile,
lips frosted pink, applied and blotted
before leaving our top floor flat.

I used to delve into her make-up bag,
untwist precious tubes and smear
mouth, cheeks and chin with colour.

I learned to love carmine caresses
of creamy lipstick, blotted with kisses,
or left steaming on cups in restaurants.

But during this pandemic year,
my lips have been left cold and bare,
and I’m longing to dress up a bit,

with ‘fuller fig’ applied to lips,
and make my big escape.

Kim M. Russell, 15th April 2021

My response to NaPoWriMo Day Fifteen

We’re halfway through April and NaPoWriMo 2021, and today’s prompt from Juan Martinez asks us to think about a small habit picked up from one of our parents, and then write a piece that explores an early memory of our parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about ourselves engaging in the same habit.

17 thoughts on “A smear of lipstick on the way out the door

  1. My mother and her sisters paved the way for my life long love affair with lipstick. I’ve always said if stranded on a desert island, I must, must have a lipstick ~ if allowed one luxury item. Matte leaves a subtle lip print on cups and glasses I have discovered …… I love your poem!

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  2. Kim, I am not chauvinistic BUT your picture has two cuties!!! (I think you know that in my next life I want to be a girl.) I liked and identifies with your line, “I used to delve into her make-up bag” as our now eleven-year old youngest granddaughter would do that at our house with Mrs. Jim’s. And she left the biggest mess. Now at eleven she is allowed to have her own bag.
    Forgive me, but, ” http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search/label/KP “.

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