So we're reading A Doll's House by Ibsen in my literature class, a play I wasn't familiar with. I enjoyed and decided to write this poem about Nora, the doll in her husband's house who asserts her freedom. So yeah. If you haven't read it, sorry, but if you have, here you go. This one doesn't really have a moral either. I didn't have one in mind; I just wanted to describe Nora.
A doll, maniacal
Dancing, they clapped
As you did your track.
But beyond the brass
You saw your liberty.
The wires snapped
On your back.
You held your mass
Like an uprooted tree,
Like virgin wool.
Do you lack
What would pass
For apathy,
Or a meager pull
To adapt?
Break the glass,
Break from me.
But careful,
You are so apt
To crack.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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