The Tiny Kitchen Maid
The Tiny Kitchen Maid
By Kaelynn Calac
She be nimble, she be small
Her smile bright, complection dull
With eyes of ice and hair of straw
That Tiny Kitchen Maid
She works all day, spares her play
Shoos that mice and rats away
From her mother, she will fray
That Tiny Kitchen Maid
She dreams of something bigger
Of nords, and their great dinners
Of something bigger, she will consider
That Tiny Kitchen Maid
Dreams of freedom, dreams of peace
In tiny cabin where she sleeps
With her mother on soiled sheets, and beds made of straw
That Tiny Kitchen Maid
No more scrubbing kitchen floors
Her mother dreading on all fours
Similar dreams to mine and your's
That Tiny Kitchen Maid
She'll dream of a day, that never comes
No Harpes, no lutes, no sound of drums
Signifying the end of her commission
That Tiny Kitchen Maid
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S.zaynab.k
Wow a lovely poem on a maid aspiring to be fortunate and free in the future. Written swell. Super cool rhyming in places. Thumbs up.
I'm a new poet here but have been writing for sites for ages and they enjoyed so I hope u will too. Pls do review my latest poem too, even a one line will do