The Porcelain Maiden

A big part of our poetry class with Mama Lia (who conducts home school for Team Demigods) is self discovery and addressing issues that we are facing in our lives. This piece was written after I had done some reflection on who I want to be as a person when I am alone in the world.
Visual: A music box in an empty room
Theme: Self

The air is cold, damp and still
      A solitary bulb dimly illuminates
the empty cobweb-laced room
      The humble stream of light falls
from low-rise plaster ceiling
      Softly showcasing the centre of the
unpolished pinewood floor.
      Dust particles hover in minute, subtle movements
Till they settle at the base of
      a petite porcelain maiden.
She is dressed in tulle and fancy frills
      Her torso shimmers with glitter and tiny sequins.
Poised in her stance, in attitude she holds
      herself gracefully.
Sweet is the smile she wears on her face
      Rosy are her cheeks with eyes that twinkle.

At the flip of a switch
      Spotlights dash across the room,
The backdrop of velvet curtains retract
      and the multitudes applaud.
She twirls and captivates the audience
      As the music fills the air
The platform that is her stage
      comes alive with passion and beauty
Every time the key is played
     She spins continuously and tirelessly
Until the wind is over
     Then the curtains draw as
the cheers slowly diminish into the darkness
     The lights are turned down low and
all that is left is the music box
     in an empty room.

- Swit Marie
20:00H 24th October 2016
Ante, One Utama


Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
who thinks in rhyme all the time
A believer in making dreams come true, s
he would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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