Oh, Arabella! –
I call you that, you know,
in homage to
your lovely alabaster head –
such finely
modeled rare translucent
pinkish tan and
cream! – set above your
shoulders, elegantly
wrapped in bronze,
delicately
tooled – the sort of collar you’d
have worn as an
adornment on a deep
blue dress on a
perfect summer afternoon.
Oh! – know my
heart is with you as you face
another hundred
fifty years ahead as what
you’re fated to
remain: the lid upon a blue
ceramic jar of an
emolument called Crème
Céleste – featuring, though
fortunately
at your back where you can’t make
it out,
too blunt, too common an
accounting
of white wax and spermaceti and
the rest
of what cannot suggest the barest breath
of your bless’d gracefulness. It
is enough
that you should have to bear the
sore indignity
of acting as a jar lid on this
hard blue jar –
and yet you pull it off as if it
were a minor
inconvenience in your otherwise exquisite
life –
which though you are a jar lid –
hasn’t kept
you from imagining what on a round
enameled
peacock blue container of emolument
might
one day magically attract the
gentleman
for whom you wait and whom you’re
sure now
waits for you to make you his
beloved wife.
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* It was during [the 1850s] Crème Céleste became
popular, which was a mixture of white wax, spermaceti (from an organ inside
sperm whale’s head), sweet almond oil, and rosewater. This facial paste had
moisturising properties, but it also hid blemishes and provided a light smooth
complexion. It developed into a common emollient and cosmetic remover, soon
known as cold cream.
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