Any room would have been fine by her
big or small, even if there were only curtains
to shield her from everyone’s eyes,
even when the place was a sty. She was sure
that she could make the room look pretty.
She wanted her privacy. Nobody understood –
“A contrarian with princess-y airs,” they said
of her “because she was breech birth,”
“and with light brown hair.”
“She’s different,” she heard them
explain her different ways.
She was an outsider
she wanted her own retreat –
to let her in
and shield her from prying eyes
and loose lips.
She did not care if it was a mess
so long as she could be safe
to be herself.
This piece was inspired by the above picture-prompt by MAGPIE TALES, and DVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Meeting the Bar: Rhythm and Verse. Tony of DVERSE invites us to write in blank verse and focus on the rhythm of the poem. Do visit these wonderful places for beautiful written pieces. 🙂 Thank you very much for coming by. 🙂