The Phantom of Beauty

Lol. 😅 Thank you for the comment BP. 😊

Dear S,

Night and Day your beauty illuminates this earth!

I can understand this poem so well as complete darkness is my best lighting for pictures. The lack of appreciating our own beauty is sad. The years I’ve given over trying to look like something I’ll never or wasn't ever supposed to look like is staggering. And sad.

Your poem has such a longing beauty to it. Your background photo is gorgeous and the write is a love song to all of us that follow behind you. Xx H🌷    

Thank you dear H, for your comment. Your support is very much appreciated. I agree with your thoughts here. ❤🙏🌹

A VERY enchanting write, Summer. It contains a mysticism about it that is nocturnal in nature.  Who truly knows what beauty the night holds except those who roam within its dark secrets.  

Thanks so much dear Ahavati. I was thinking of the mythic creatures that only come out at night like fairies whose beauty bewitched those who behold them. ☺🌹❤

I love the whole of your composition. The slowly sensitive rendering, invoking the natural cycles of day and night and weaving it into your enchantment. The visual rendering adds lovely dimension. 💖🙏

Thanks Daniel. I was trying to be creative with editing. ☺ I am always enchanted by the beauty of the moon that inspired this poem.  

Ooo, very nice, Summer. Enchanting, and might I say, a bit seductive? ;)
It's beautifully written, and I loved the magical/mystical feel in this one.

"She lends me her radiant light to make me glow in the dark."

Ironically, I literally just got done reading a story about "The Radium Girls". During the first World War, when radium was a newly discovered element, there were women who worked in factories painting watch faces with radium paint to make them glow in the dark. With limited knowledge of it's radioactivity, to paint the fine numbers on the watch, many of the women would twist the tip of the brush in their mouths to bring the brush back to a fine point - unknowing that they were ingesting something that was toxic to their bodies. The body treats radium similarly to calcium, so it is absorbed into the bones. After much exposure, many of the women who worked in these factories would actually glow in the dark, as the radium had absorbed deep into their bones. At the time, the women were told that the element was harmless, but obviously this was far from true. Years later, many of these women developed crippling ailments due to radium poisoning and died.

Anyway...  Back to the poem - you did a great job with this one. It's aesthetically pleasing, and flows off the tongue wonderfully. Great writing ❤️🙏

Thanks so much NewB for sharing that story. I always look forward to your comment. 🙏I appreciate your support for my writes. ❤