Monday, 30 July 2018

A poem by Susan Richardson

Shackles of Silk and Lace

Caught in the clutches of a magazine,
ankles bound and rib bones cinched,
your thoughts are prisoner to the
machinations of men with slick tongues.
If you pull yourself out of the glossy pages,
I can offer you a box of wooden matches
to burn up the sash that binds a tiny waist.
When you discover your foot doesn’t fit
into the glass slipper, your boot can
smash it to bits, defiance crushing myth
under the weight of steel and leather.
You can stitch yourself into a pencil skirt,
quivering across the room in 6 -inch stilettos,
or climb out of captivity and dance barefoot,
freeing yourself from the shackles of silk and lace.

Susan Richardson is living, writing and going blind in Los Angeles. In addition to poetry, she writes a blog called, Stories from the Edge of Blindness. Her work has been published in Foxglove Journal, Amaryllis, The Writing Disorder, Eunoia Review, Riggwelter, and Burning House Press, among others. She was awarded the Sheila – Na – Gig 2017 Winter Poetry Prize, featured in the Literary Juice Q&A Series, and chosen as the Ink Sweat & Tears March 2018 Poet of the Month. She also writes for Morality Park, an Arts and Lit Collective.


  1. Well written! You painted real pictures and made a strong statement!

  2. Such a bold statement and an inspiring piece of art.