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Lead me away
The ties that binds
The ring on the finger
The halo of title
The matrimonial cage
I stand within the circle
Smile on my face painted
Standing still, never moved
Nor moved
The air-kisses on other matrons
The limp handshakes of husbands
With chickens on their back
Ever busily pecking
The serviettes
The small muffins
Poured tea
Polite conversations
Lead me away
I want to be anywhere
But here
Rip me away
From this textured wall
Unknown, non-entity
Just help me leave
This sanctimonious bullshit
The ring on the finger
The halo of title
The matrimonial cage
I stand within the circle
Smile on my face painted
Standing still, never moved
Nor moved
The air-kisses on other matrons
The limp handshakes of husbands
With chickens on their back
Ever busily pecking
The serviettes
The small muffins
Poured tea
Polite conversations
Lead me away
I want to be anywhere
But here
Rip me away
From this textured wall
Unknown, non-entity
Just help me leave
This sanctimonious bullshit
Published 14th Sep 2012
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14th Sep 2012 4:02am
Anonymous
14th Sep 2012 9:52am
Very relatable Grace.
Strider
Strider
14th Sep 2012 3:28pm
Strider: Really. Its a sad day to want to be far away from the cocoon of normalcy: isn't it.
This poem immediately conjures up an image in my mind of this proper Victorian gathering where one of the girls is a more adventurous and fun sort than the snooty people attending the party. She longs to be anywhere rather than there, just someplace where she can be hersself and not be the person that everybody else expects her to be. I can see exactly that feeling in your poem, and you have conveyed it as beautifully as always, my friend!
