A Penny’s Worth

She danced and swayed

To the music of the beat.

Her arms outstretched

To accept her lover’s feat.

See her smile.

See her wave.

See her running to the brave.

See her cheeks blush red.

See her eyes aglow

As they share a sweet embrace.

Could she be Helen?

The Karenina, perhaps?

Or, could she be Rapunzel

freed at last? But—

See the strings unveiled.

See her hands and feet in chains.

See her move back and forth

As the strings demand her worth.

A marionette.

A puppet for the society.

Not a Helen nor Karenina;

Not a maiden in distress.

Still, she danced and swayed

To the music of the beat.

 

~by OKaren

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