She’s been tethered, snared and chained,
to her path.
She knows that diamonds
aren’t a girl’s best friend if stuck with gold.
But still she smiles at him,
wrapped in silk his parents paid.
She’s a showcase gem, a piece of art,
the beauty queen who’s
never asked before she’s caged.
She’s been trained to be his chalice;
his blood and bone,
smile and answer yes.
But she cannot cease to think;
to dream; sing
pretending she could ride on the back of the wind;
to be free.
She, a woman, destined
to be tethered, snared and chained
I wrote this as a poem because I need to catch up and reach 30 poems in April, and since I wanted to avoid writing about disc-golf I wrote about the cage it looks like 🙂
Rochelle selects the picture for us to write a story of 100 characters we follow her and do our best ekphrastic effort.
April 18, 2018