The Lady Who Wore Silk

As I sit and gaze outside by the open door, Favourite classic poised once more, Pride and Prejudice, the Bennetts galore, O’ comforts of wealth, I wish for no more. Today, I entered the boudoir with passion and flair, Chose the coveted scarf draped over my chair, Chose the finest silk to decorate my hair, The mirror warned, “please do take care.” Cinderella, adorned in purple silk apparel, Who I am now, who can possibly tell, As the comfort of silk ordains my seat, With ivory silken slippers on calloused feet. The Sun, illuminates dust circling above my feelings, Of servitude that cannot float above ornate ceilings, I call to the maidservant for afternoon tea, Served on the best China and doilies filigree. Suddenly, the old Grandfather clock strikes four, My dreams crumble to dust and float out of the door, Alas! My mistress will return in an hour, maybe two, And I still have so much work to do. 160 words Painting prompted Poetry Contest Date: 24/10/22 Sponsor: Lisa YY