Sitting solitude
under a summer sky
her sulking eyes never close.
She's too lost to cry,
and tears must never stain
the lovely attitude
of Rosemerry Jane.
A moving mirror
born for mother's motives
to see how she could be.
Reflecting the love
they wish to tame,
she fits like the glove
of Rosemerry Jane.
Quiet chameleon
cowering in her courtyard
waiting for her suitor to find her.
Contemplative control
saves her the Fear and Pain,
condemning her to the role
of Rosemerry Jane.
Social butterflies
snared in her net of contempt
have their wings broken and rent
for the security of her reign,
all before the cynical eyes
watching Rosemerry Jane.
