Madame Déficit

by Harriet Gauger

A lacy thread through blondish curls,

A ribbon worn by a little girl,

A corset tied with knots too tight,

A sigh of relief in the darkening night.

A crown to wear of amber and gold,

A set of rules to be followed and told,

A glance in the mirror, pale face, flushed cheeks,

A fight - a rebellion - continued for weeks.

They asked for food, she answered with cake.

They needed money, she made the mistake.

They won the battle, she lost her mind,

An ignorant queen - they left her behind.