9 December 2012
This poem is inspired by and based on the play, "The Glass Menagerie" by Tennessee Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Who ever saw a girl so lonely She sits upon her bed The music, and a glass pony She stares, lost in her head.
The dusty typewriter sits Rarely to be used, Another of Amanda's fits Her flighty voice enthused.
Never had a gentleman caller She's never had a chance Until O'Connor asked her, She'd never had a dance.
She can't compare with her mother The lovely southern belle, She's the quiet, the odd, the other With no aspects that compell.
She's shy; pretty yet plain No outspoken charms She thinks she's crippled, she thinks she's lame With no lover in her arms.
Living in a menagerie With figurines of glass Collecting the animals avidly Still lost inside her past
Of the days of clinking metal And nervous trips up stairs Convinced her pleurosis took all Despite Tom's earnest cares.
Laura is in a cage alone O'Connor's visit a memory "Blue roses" are all gone Glass animals are her revelry.
Blue Roses • Opuss № I