A bit of Moon Maiden.
May. 22nd, 2009 10:45 amHe raised the paintbrush and drew definite strokes on his eyebrows, the reflection in the mirror doing the same. Stroke. Black arches, feminine and coquettish. Under the light of the lamp, he was transforming into a beautiful maiden. A moon maiden, illuminated by the false gas-lamp moon above his head. Then came the rouge brush and his cheeks become cherry-blossom pink, the color of a young innocent woman.
The bright red lip paint came last, lovingly applied on, reinforcing, enhancing. At last, the moon maiden was almost ready – she needed her white wings and her diadem. She donned them gracefully, looked at the mirror again and smiled. The stage would be her moon, her sky.
Henry picked the rest of his props up: a porcelain bowl filled with soap water and a wand. The moon maiden would create magic with it and charm the audience. With the audience’s applause, she would take flight.
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The bright red lip paint came last, lovingly applied on, reinforcing, enhancing. At last, the moon maiden was almost ready – she needed her white wings and her diadem. She donned them gracefully, looked at the mirror again and smiled. The stage would be her moon, her sky.
Henry picked the rest of his props up: a porcelain bowl filled with soap water and a wand. The moon maiden would create magic with it and charm the audience. With the audience’s applause, she would take flight.
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