Poem for a conventional lady

By

You wear a doll's face -- a powdered, proper face -- and hide your real self from prying eyes. Private Ellen. Prudent Ellen. Priggish Ellen. Your dress is modest, your speech, discreet, and your imagination, captive to hosts of ``shoulds & shouldn'ts'' tied up with shopping lists and dull brown string. If only you could spread bright wings above a field of milkweed and migrate with the Monarchs! If only you could walk on waves to reach the dark line of a far horizon, and then go on -- go farther yet! If only you could leave behind suburban ways and go to a place of bears -- where, like a wild, wild rose, you would blossom!

Recommended: Could you pass a US citizenship test?

Share this story:

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.

Loading...

Loading...

Loading...