Black Days and White Knights
by Leslie Noyes
She wiped down the counter,
Rinsed out the cloth and draped it on the sink’s edge to dry.
At least three times each day, often more,
Her life boiled down to these
Clean counters.
Daydreams of white knights,
Daring rescues carried out beneath a watchful dragon’s eyes.
While envious ladies-in-waiting stood, wringing expertly manicured hands,
Sighing wistfully.
She never learned their names.
The knights blurred one into another over forty years of drudgery.
And those ladies never amounted to much, married hastily in stiff organza,
Ignoring dragons.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Nice. Maybe not meant to be but nice and very nicely done xx
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Thank you! I was telling a friend that this one kind of wrote itself.
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It feels that way and that is what makes it so great.
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Married hastily in stiff organza, conjured up a few memories. Doing what is expected, not what is wanted. Excellent poem.
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Thank you! I know more than a few women that line describes.
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