Like those painted Russian dolls,
They organised her
World within a world.
Living out of suitcases,
Tended like a hot–house orchid,
Feeling like a caged bird,
Everything was planned.
She lived through music,
The only language
Everyone can understand,
And danced late at night
In her hotel room to her favourite
Rock and roll band.
Arriving home after a whirl
Of hotels and concert halls,
Aeroplanes and limousines,
Flashing cameras, fashion shoots
And interviews with magazines,
She basked in sunsets by the lake,
Writing songs and poetry.
Each night, a dream catcher sifted her dreams,
Removing nightmares, planting ideas,
Even the world within isn’t what it seems.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #183 “Collage 32”
Quote “Music is a world within itself, with a Language we all Understand.” – Stevie Wonder