A 19th Century LadyA Poem by HopeJGA poem inspired by 'A Doll's House', a play by Henrik IbsenIt’s funny isn’t it how people can ignore a lie even if it’s right in front of them. Funny how they don’t see past The fashionable dress, The perfectly arranged hair, The painted face. They see only a dainty china doll sitting in her husband’s parlor posing on his arm They only see the dressed up children; the tastefully arranged house. They don’t see the truth: the age difference the strain in the smile the tiredness clinging to our eyes. We are trapped, Us dainty china dolls. Trapped in whalebone corsets, Trapped in weighty silk, Trapped in society’s unyielding expectations: smile, curtsy, small talk over tea. No more. No less. We are not people, we are trophies. We embroider till our fingers bleed; dance until our husband’s blood sings. We laugh and talk, and prance around, pulled by invisible strings But when the day is over, it’s either to the bed or shelf we go ‘Little bird sing for me once more’ ‘Darling dear, how fine you look tonight’ ‘My friends were pleased with you’ It never ends. You cannot please a beast whose hunger is endless; you cannot swim in a world that makes you drown. We haven’t a chance with the way things are and change is as fickle as the fates; so there is never an escape. © 2024 HopeJG |
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Added on April 23, 2024 Last Updated on April 23, 2024 |