Inspired by Rene Magritte’s “The Great War”
Silk pleats slither down her spine,
swathing her frame in a manacle of femininity.
Lace creeps up her chest,
Encircling the nape of her neck.
Her waist is as petite as they perceive
her mind to be, the outcome of an hour’s struggle
with an ivory-boned corset.
She looks docile, her hands
lightly gripping the ornate parasol
draped over her shoulder,
her posture frozen in a permanent position
of elegance and poise.
Her neatly plaited dark hair lies concealed
beneath a wide brimmed hat,
along with her thoughts.
A bouquet of purple hydrangeas
shields her countenance,
hiding any evidence of imperfection
beneath a lilac smoke-screen,
but over the sea behind her,
the clouds roll in and the sky grows dark,
portents of a silent storm.
DaCoda Love