Poem: Role Model

Role Model

The fainting couch is somehow still a museum piece.
Tattered velvet and springs sprung
through ancient batting. Somehow
it still draws the eye, still brings to mind
romance and elegance.

You take it in. Savor the lines
and the worn perfection,
a role model for what you want to become
as you fray and falter.

About this poem

All true, only I never had particularly good lines when I was young!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s