An Ode to the Victorian woman
Sanjana Manoj
Oh my lady, your modesty amazes me not as Saint Lucy,
But as a dove in the golden aviary.
Did you accept your fate to be choked in those corsets?
Or did their notion of honour blind you?
Did they only cherish you for your coyness and petite waist?
Did they ever adore you for who you were, not who they wanted you to be?
Didn't you long for the life beyond virtue and marriage,
A life beyond the walls of the castles and drawing rooms?
Would they still love you my lady,
If you did pen your heart out like a muse?
If you did speak out fiercely like the Great Fire?
If you did desire, not a ring but the pleasure to be in the arms of your choosing?
If you did rage out like a storm refusing to be caged?
Oh my lady,
Will you rewrite your story with ink, to tell the truth that guzzled your blood and flesh,
If the pen of a second chance reached your hand?
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