Modern Mona Lisa Poem by C Richard Miles

Under the thinly veiled disguise
Of malachite-green, soul-piercing eyes,
And golden-tressed full-flowing hair,
The modern Mona Lisa seems to stare
So mockingly mean at passers-by
Who try to look her in the eye.
Her impish, yet impassive, smile,
Her wicked wit, her subtle guile,
Her supercilious, sideways glance
Informs them that they stand no chance
Of guessing what may lie within
Her mind, or be concealed beneath her skin
As this artless Giaconda taunts them, daring,
Heedless of the world, uncaring.