Princely Monster

Pretty little bird
kept in gilded cage
wings clipped 
unable to fly
sits upon the perch.
I was a fool.
I should have known better
a man such as you
with a woman such as me?
Preposterous!
I saw the way they looked at me
with lust
with disgust
no one would ever fathom
I was not the monster
in this game.
Comely elfin fairy
flit from place to place
staring out of  blanked eyes
smile plastered on face.
The first one
I was stunned.
You swore
you avowed
it would never happen again.
Except that it did.
I learned to move
quiet like
all through out the house.
Solemn
sullen
words condemning
fists coming
I had to hide.
Taken from a hovel
placed upon a stage
everyone knew their lines
I did not.
Gallant prince 
to those in public 
monster in our home
beating me.
©Dec. 20/19
Picture via Pinterest

Shards of Silver

I walk through the greying mists

seeing vague shapes

to the right and left of me.

But when I call out

my voice becomes a mere whisper,

slighter than the flutter,

of a Monarch’s wings.

My tears are but shards of silver

pecking away at my heart

Uncovering hidden losses

and the pain I try to hide.

One day there may be comfort.

One day I may be free.

But until that day I shall fight,

to come back from the albatross

that hangs around my neck.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 26/17