I found this poem written a year and a half ago that perfectly reflects today’s prompt word shimmer. Since I had totally forgotten it, you probably have, too, so please read below:
Locked up in my bedchamber. More than I can bear.
The beauty of my countenance, the shimmer of my hair
do me no good for no prince charming comes to find me here.
I will go unmarried––for my whole life, I fear.
My father thinks he honors me. I am his special treasure.
He worries not about my fate. He thinks not of my pleasure.
I am but one more lovely thing he keeps for his collection––
admired for my golden locks, my flawless pale complexion.
I care not for beauty. I care not for my tresses.
I do not treasure jewels or slippers or my ornate dresses.
A husband and a family are all that I desire.
A simple life’s the sort of life that I most admire.
From my window I look out upon the broad King’s Highway.
All roads must converge here––every path and byway.
And so I see…
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