The Ribbon
Raider Times photo / Kara O'Neil / Word Painter
March 17, 2022
A satin ribbon, looped around her hair
In little curls, falling to her shoulders.
Her eyes encrusted pearls, her skin fair.
Her little lady-in-waiting, bolder
Yet smaller, greeting her with a grin of joy,
Wrapping the satin ribbon ’round her neck.
Tying it, a gentle bow, the ends join.
Her little fingers wave goodbye, a peck.
And then she disappears into the doorway.
The woman almost slips into deep sleep,
But little fingers settle a soft weight.
Wrapping the ribbon ’round her neck, they creep.
The tight pressure makes her sight fade away,
A small bow, and she won’t see the light of day.
–WP–
(Published March 2022)
