I Can No Longer Be a Duchess

Affluent and formal pink lilies deck the tables; we await the sweet, affected laughter of our friends. Bedecked in bouffant hair-do's perfumes, ermines, jewels brocades and buckled shoes, we dazzle, yes! We dazzle with our mirrors, and our decals, our precious art, and plaster, exotic candelabras, but I can't wait to make my exit to wander in the gardens and let the scented air restore my soul To get completely lost in moonlight and fragrance of the night never to return, to that balcony, nor endure, the boring empty twitter that temporary glitter. I can barely wait till daylight to mount my noble horse and gallop miles and miles and miles away. To feel the solid earth resound beneath his flying feet. I have crossed that fragile threshold into madness. I can no longer be a Duchess Suzanne Delaney