Two Poems And A Idle Afternoon

MY GENTLY MELTING FACE
By Richard Macwilliam

My gently melting face

Drips down the mirror

As though lies and lakes were mapped on the moon;

My gently melting face

Turns inwards,

Eating away at the beauty of youth,

Carving out age,

Holding my values to the world for all to see -

My gently melting face

Unfortunately

Is me.

AN EPITAPH
By Walter de la Mare

Here lies a most beautiful lady,
Light of step and heart was she:
I think she was the most beautiful lady
That ever was in the West Country.
But beauty vanishes; beauty passes;
However rare, rare it be;
And when I crumble who shall remember
This lady of the West Country?