Princess of the Gilded Castle

– By Sramana Dan (Informals Team)

 She opened her little box

Of trinkets red, blue and green

She prodded them adoringly once

As if to make sure they weren’t excerpts of a daydream

Then her eyes danced mischievously

Her little girl eyes

Her pretty girl eyes

She opened her box for pleasure

At the sight of her long coveted treasures

She opened her little box

Which wasn’t so little anymore.

Across the bright hued gems matching her

Wedding ring, she ran her finger that was sore.

Then the dregs of laughter shone in her eyes

Her tired girl eyes

Her pretty girl eyes

She opened her box to distract herself

By plunging into a game that had kept her happy.

She opened her little box

It was quite heavy after all these years

Its lavish, loveless contents and their grim glitter

Were reflected on her face, moist from tears

She wiped them and smiled; it didn’t touch her eyes

Her empty girl eyes

Her pretty girl eyes

She opened her box to console herself

Because clutched in her wrinkled palms that box, was all she had left.

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