Young black beauty makes the sum of all colors
As the rainbow has been diverted for some other purpose
And white is where colors all disappear into nothingness
She turns to the camera with an annoyed dissing pout
But beauty must thankfully pay the price for this grace
Considering the burden of the alternative option
The old poet Pierre Ronsard’s, in his disenchanted ode to Cassandra
Sang the games time and beauty play “O very young one, let’s go see if the rose..”
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill 2019 Carnival Gallery