Tuesday, March 15, 2011

As the steam rose - 1st draft

As the steam rose - 1st draft

As the steam rose over fingers bare
The whole time she'd been standing there
Bonded to the ironing station
The symbol of her incarceration
Under sister's solemn glare.

How difficult to not dispair
Forbidden speech with which to share
The searing pain of conflagration
As the steam rose.

She brushed aside a stand of hair
Put down her iron, as to prepare
And fight against her deprivation
With one almighty confrontation
As the steam rose.

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