‘Sonnet on a Supermodel’ and Other Poetry by Maya Sokolovski The Society January 11, 2016 Culture, Poetry Sonnet on a Supermodel Thou airbrushed beauty of saintly deeds Winking glibly from the page Desire, ardor, envy feeds The mag a stand-in for a stage. Your face adorns walls, billboards, ads Dear features always saying “YES” The whole world loves you, as it stands Yet what you know we only guess. The girl—you—walking down the road Hair mussed, no makeup, a plain white tee You step out the store with a heavy load Then stop, and look; then you see me. I see the warmth within your soul It is the mark of someone whole. Ode to Anna Karenina and Emma Bovary O beauties two, amidst the crowds: A dark-haired Russian woman fair Her belle amie, French-tongued and blue They both united by affairs. Wildflower nosegays cheer empty rooms French perfume lends its bouquet Parasols in hand they stroll Inexorable, towards a misty doom. Frenchwoman’s ennui meets Russka’s toska Though velvet purses brim with gold Anna’s friends murmur, “Kto eta?” (“Who is she?”) Emma’s don’t know and shan’t be told. What two young hearts beat in accord What bosoms, breathless, filled, engorged With passion’s blood and ardor’s pain Like Icarus, winging to the firmament. Victoria sits a-throne in England near Louis in France, Alex in Rus’ Their subjects hold court in stately dress But what know ye of heartbreak’s duress? Society, polite, is ever politic A stern man’s word lays down the rule Our ladies, scarlet, are wild beatific Betray betrothed, betray thine souls Thy dreams and eyes rest lofty, lo— Thy wifely duties bind like shackles The law doth not rest on thy side Caught betwixt two coal-black poles But not for thee the family life. Women: reach beyond, transcend the skies In cool moonlight or blazing sun Though thee do crash to terra firm Better still than sullied lies. O Anne and Em, on the country path Take in the air, take to the air Thy gaze on far horizons ever Twin lives lived once are immortal in death. Maya Sokolovski is a communications specialist based in Toronto, Canada. She enjoys anything and everything to do with literature—reading, writing, editing, publishing, and design. When she’s not writing, she likes to practice yoga, watch films, cook experimental dishes, and sample new teas. Featured Image: “Sibylla Palmifera,” by Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Related Post ‘Those Who Do Not Remember the Past . . .’ by Ja... I sing of Arthur and Excalibur, The Table Round and fealty professed By knights devoted to a noble quest For what was right and good, and pure. ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.