Penelope’s Psyche
By Kathryn Bell / Spinebreakers Crew
A poem written from Penelope's point of view about her party preparations.
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Preparation,
A party,
A big one again,
Press coverage,
Dancers,
Henry?
Perfect!
Wardrobe,
Red?
No he’s seen that before.
Blue?
No,
A deeper shade than that,
Marine, you say?
Great
Mirror,
Pout,
Hair,
Turn,
Beautiful
Buck,
How are you?
Oh yes I’m fine,
I know I look great,
Darling,
That was the aim
My entrance,
They’re staring,
Good,
Jealousy from all corners,
Elizabeth?
A draining colour again,
Outshone
Dancing,
No Henry?
I guess you’ll have to do,
Why thank you,
I know you’re staring,
Men just can’t keep it secret these days
Preparation,
A party,
A big one again,
Press coverage,
Dancers,
Henry?
Perfect!
Wardrobe,
Red?
No he’s seen that before.
Blue?
No,
A deeper shade than that,
Marine, you say?
Great
Mirror,
Pout,
Hair,
Turn,
Beautiful
Buck,
How are you?
Oh yes I’m fine,
I know I look great,
Darling,
That was the aim
My entrance,
They’re staring,
Good,
Jealousy from all corners,
Elizabeth?
A draining colour again,
Outshone
Dancing,
No Henry?
I guess you’ll have to do,
Why thank you,
I know you’re staring,
Men just can’t keep it secret these days