In town for tea and English rain
I am snared by your portrait
on the mezzanine.
Hanging in history for the world to see
Jade eyes in flawless skin
censure my perfidy and scorn
pursuit of ageless prime.
I thought I’d won the Faustian game,
wagered your love. Yet here
sheltered from the precipitation of time,
fine scars of decay, brushed
by Warhol trump my thinning hair.
Gifted to a nation, a body offered me
which I took unappreciatively.
Painted lips that once kissed me,
hanging next to Hockney.
Joan Collins (1933- )
In 1959, Collins was engaged to marry Warren Beatty, four years her junior. The relationship ended after 18 months. Beatty had a series of affairs with some of the most beautiful women in the world until he finally married 33 years later. In 1985, Andy Warhol produced a silkscreen print of Collins which hangs in the National Portrait Gallery, London.