Bathroom of the Vanities by Christopher Reid
The model mask, the mannequin moue,
the face I loved to catch her pulling
after sundry perfecting dabs
and micro-adjustments in front of the mirror
will never be seen, by me or the mirror, again.
The bathroom scales, too,
stand abandoned. No one now will be consulting
the age-fogged dial for its little fibs
and trembles of error
with precisely that peering downward frown.
Odd bottles in an orderly queue —
Issey Miyake, Parfum Tea Rose, the eternally billing
doves of L’Air du Temps — keep their caps
on, conserve their last drops of essence and aura
and wait for no one.
From A Scattering, published by Areté © Christopher Reid 2009
Christopher Reid on winning the Costa Award - Times Online
This is the problem with reading Graham Beattie. He discusses books which have yet to be available in the United States of America and has us salivating and waiting and waiting, including for this one from Christopher Reid.