Louis 14th Dress [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Requiring energy but afraid of food, fatigue’s
the master of me, allergy reaction makes me
loath to sally forth, study the fridge contents;
my heart longs for chocolate, sweet cacao a-
melt on the tongue - but wishing weight loss
to wear my ‘Heritage Day’ national costume
next year, chocolate’s strictly forbidden on a
list of no-no’s & sacrificing for my Louis 14th

Dress is such a glorious ideal yet it puts a lid
on most important joys & short-term delights -
immediate gratification of my palate - & only
coffee’s left though altho’ not safe, giving up
this last sin is impossible, I can’t tear out my
heart and stamp on it, some comfort has to
be here to strengthen my purpose & make
life liveable:

Tragedy - darkness and cold emptiness - do
not lead me astray, it’s for Heritage Day; fun
to take my place amongst others with make-
up on my face and a fan in my hand, ready
to dance a Lobster Quadrille with Weeping
Mock Turtle - oops, Alice will not return to
Wonderland that day, it shall be a Courtly
Minuet with a Gryphon - what? I meant a

Waltz with Strauss - that’s not right either -
French music required for Louis 14th; without
eating I need a lot of sweet tea to keep me
from losing my mind completely…

[France's Louis XIV - the 14th - (1638-1718) ,
the Sun King, reigned for 72 years.]


[ORIGINAL: ]

Fatigue is the master of me, energy required
but fearing food, allergy reactions, makes me
loath to sally forth to study the contents of the
fridge - my heart longs for chocolate - sweet
chocolate melting on the tongue, but wishing
for weight loss to wear my national costume
on Heritage Day next year, chocolate is on a
list of the strictly forbidden, sacrificing for my

Louis 14th dress is such a glorious ideal yet
puts a lid on most important joys - so many
short-term delights - immediate gratification
of my palate; only coffee is left though also
not safe, giving up this last sin is impossible,
I cannot tear out my heart and stamp on it,
some comfort has to be here to strengthen
my purpose& make life livable – tragedy –

Darkness and cold emptiness – do not lead
me astray, it’s for Heritage Day; fun to take
my place amongst all others with make-up
on my face and a fan in my hand, ready to
dance the Lobster Quadrille with Weeping
Mock Turtle - oops, Alice will not return to
Wonderland that day, it shall be a Courtly
Minuet with a Gryphon - what? I mean a

Waltz with Strauss - that’s not right either -
French music required for Louis 14th, without
eating I need a lot of sweet tea to keep me
from losing my mind completely…