Researching a book can lead you to unexpected places at times. Mining for gold you might well uncover a gem. Some years back while I was looking up books on Tibet for my historical adventure novel Caravan to Tibet I uncovered an intriguing fact in Amaury de Riencourt’s book Lost World Tibet (published 1950) that while travelling, wealthy Tibetan women wore painted face masks of yak hide to protect their complexions from the sun. This odd little nugget could only provide background details for a particular scene in my book. But the oppressive thought–to what lengths the pursuit of beauty could lead women nagged me till I expressed it in a poem.
WOMAN ON THE ROAD TO LHASA
Beneath the mask
my face melts like a jaggery cake in the sun
Mercifully, I can see
even as I preserve the pink of my skin.
But what’s the use?
my sisters remain strangers behind yak skin cheeks
that cannot exchange smiles
to lighten the tyranny
of the road to Lhasa. All
blinding earth and searing sky
bleached bone and rubble
hung over a chafing saddle
feeding fleas.
Only when night’s black tent
enfolds the enemy, sun,
can I breathe. Let
chilly air soothe broiling skin
let laughter flow free…
as I shed the mask.
Hard it is for a woman far from home. And
endless the road to Lhasa
beneath a mask.
Note: Jaggery is a kind of unrefined sugar.
What we women of all cultures haven’t subjected ourselves to in the name of beauty!