Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags
She: Underneath the Glitter
By Bobbie Troy
underneath the glitter
hid an uncertain self
a sequence of sequins
across her chest
could not hide her fear
as she looked about the room
of people
go to the party, her therapist said
I think you’re ready now
don’t you?
but the sequins silently shook
that night
unable to hide the reality
of agoraphobia, agoraphobia, agoraphobia
Bobbie Troy’s most recent poem to appear here was Dear Diane (Letter 2) (October 2011).
A nice poem of a horrible diagnosis. There are many people that suffer from this. Good job Bobbie.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. But I much prefer words that create thousands of pictures, like this poem. Great work!
I love the sequence of sequins silently shaking, and the inescapable refrain of the last line.