Delicate thread needles blinding
eyes into vanity’s lace.
Young girls’ dreams drown
in watered light to insure
wrists and throats are adorned.
Fashion raises a haughty cheek
to the lips of coin and demand
without concern its frills sentence
youth to a prison cell of shadows.
On pillowed laps feminine hands
twist and cross until vision
is threaded into ruins of lace.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
Comments
I am glad too that many are using that theme for their writing.
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the true story of the ruins of lace.
...powerful words Susie...
You did a beautiful job.