The Geisha

Demurely bowing her pretty head
With eyes cast down in quiet humility
She waits her master's bidding.

Her raven hair piled high
With pins and combs secure in place
With sweetly scented pomade shines.

Her face is pancake white.
With ruby lips and kohl edged eyes
Eyes blue as summer sky.

She kneels before a table
With eggshell cups and dishes very fine
The ceremony of making tea.

Imnscrurable, impassive is her face
Hiding her inner thoughts from all mankind
A very deep enigna she.