On the sixteenth day of April, I present another poem for National Poetry Month. Today we have a little piece about high society and telepathy. Much of this was inspired by Second-Hand Dresses and Her Silken Touch.
I would also say it is inspired by novels with heavy use of telepathy which would include So You Want to Be a Wizard by Diane Duane and The Last Herald-Mage by Mercedes Lackey. I absolutely adore both of those books growing up. One might say they were both influential to my current views today.
Drift in and look around. She's thinking about her dress And what the handsome man by the wine is thinking. How much did she spend on her shoes? She could get a better deal. Drift out and then to another. He's thinking about money Where to move one investment And where to hide a few coins for later. Oh, only one drink tonight for him? Drift around, looking for thoughts. Something dark and violent. Flashes of war across my mind As the smiling baroness Tries to forget her final battle. Drifting endlessly The woman in front of him is staring Wondering if I think she's pretty. She is, but her thoughts are flimsy. Too shallow for me tonight. Drifting without hope. The party is going on long And no one seems to have interesting thoughts. Money, sex, and vanity In an endless wave. Drifting to a newcomer, A woman in a black dress. Her thoughts? Nothing. Black as her elbow length gloves And as deep of despair that I've felt. Focusing, looking for answers. Her eyes catch me across the room Brown with hints of red. And then a smile. I imagine saying hello. "How interesting," came the answer in my mind.