Plain Or Fancy? Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

You were plain and she loved fancies
Staying home, you let her roam
Low your land, your sister high seas
Yet the product of one home

China silks, Parisian perfume
Men of stature couched her life
Spinning, you would card an old loom
Clean out entrails with a knife

Time came and the roller coaster
Cables cut, screeched to a halt
Crystal vase nor oak four poster
'scaping from its deathly vault

When the dust began to settle
She was tossed on higher ground
You drank soup from strangers' kettle
Silence then your only sound

Blackened earth renewed its seasons
Healing sprung from trampled grass
Faces, laces found new reasons
Raising hands in sacred mass

Icons you became as decades
Burned each mind to fragments grim
Gently molding, turning old maids
Spinning laces frail and dim

Finally the water leveled
Tides and ebb-tides growing weak
Plain and fancy were disheveled
Held in carrion's deadly beak

You were plain and she quite fancy
Staying home, you let her roam
Wool your garb, your sister lacy
Yet the product of one home.