on the shelf
you barely notice him there
shadowed face, darkened, looming
in the mirror, whispering tales of
masked heroes, of brilliant valor
old as wheels and of damsels not
distressed, save for the sting
of fearful, pursed lips flapping,
judgment over fabricated scandals,
pants not dresses worn, oh there
are tomes stacked high as heels
spitting lies of petulant patriarchs,
women have their place, they bark,
captured on celluloid, idolized but
muted objects on a shelf, no self for
selflessness, ignored, she feels the sun
at her back, his shadow growing
longer, looming in the mirror
barely noticed there, barely worth
noticing, from plastic eyes she stares
~kat
For Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie’s Sunday Writing Prompt: Choose an Antique.
April 21st, 2019 at 8:44 pm
Wow. What you did with that photo! A bit of herstory.
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April 21st, 2019 at 9:33 pm
In true she-fashion, I couldn’t just pick one! 😉
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April 22nd, 2019 at 10:13 pm
Compelling.
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April 22nd, 2019 at 10:51 pm
Thank you Ennle. I couldn’t just pick one! 😉
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April 22nd, 2019 at 11:15 pm
🙂
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