A dicussion of Vanity

The instructor brought in a painting

& hung it upon the wall

As we sat in the Art History hall

Seeing a lady looking in the mirror

He told us to see the whole perspective

Reveiling something to fear

A silloutte of a Skull with a hollow face

Where inside sits a lady,

A Cameo etched in lace

What lesson does it teach?

The class did ask

He answered, Vanity

Worn as an ink blotted mask

Up close it looks lovely,

Yet as one pulls away,

It turns into a monster

As the world shifts,

From night to day

It remined me of an Escher drawing,

Or a dream of Edgar Poe

Two hands drawing each other

With the caw-ing of a crow

Class was dissmissed

While going up & down

A staircase loop

Feeling as if they were served

A course of Ghostly Egotistical Soup!