Callow Carey No Longer

A tribute to the wonderful Carey Mulligan, who deservedly earned her BAFTA yesterday...

You gazed with awe into your mother's wardrobe

too early,

It gazed back at you with tender derision.

As you cunningly matured it brightened with age,

The rock became the diamond.

You tried it on again but

it sagged. It was not supposed to sag.

Maybe a few more years are in order?

All the while you become

Magnificent.

The final attempt is upon you,

you have tried your hair first:

long, bobbed, pixie, brown, blonde.

Blonde and pixie it is

You're the Puck.

At last, your arms creep along the floral web

the shoulders can support it,

the silk no longer drowns you but

your yellow head bubbles above the surface,

like the flower.

Your skin is aglow,

Did you stay in all these years?

Nothing to match your eyes, the real diamonds

Or do they rest upon your ears?

To finish, a ribbon to secure

as you gaze upon yourself

it is the dress who reveres.

It fits.