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Locks
Linnac
Though all who see me,	1
Spear my heart,	2
Inside the flesh,	3
Is a work of art.	4

No one looks	5
Beyond the skin,	6
Or the bloodlines	7
Of my kin.	8

I wear a gown	9
So tattered and old,	10
Of course there’s a story	11
Yet to be told.	12

It tells of the pain	13
Prejudice has wrought,	14
But I’m silent,	15
No words I’ve been taught.	16

All they see	17
Is a peasant girl,	18
To whom the men jeer,	19
“Give us a whirl!”	20

But I know no dances,	21
I won’t understand,	22
I’m trapped in a very	23
Unforgiving land.	24

To those who’d listen,	25
My story, I can’t share,	26
I whisper no disappointment,	27
I can’t say, “It’s not fair.”	28

Hunger often claims me,	29
I dwindle to a shell,	30
I have nothing,	31
And I’m quite unwell.	32

These are harsh times,	33
Everyone scurries by,	34
Not caring about the girl	35
Who is trying not to cry.	36

No one considers	37
The sorrow in my eyes,	38
Eyes which stare blankly	39
At the smoky skies.	40

I wish I could form	41
Some words on my lips,	42
But my swollen tongue	43
Only stutters and trips.	44

I see the happy faces	45
And I’m muted by shock,	46
A shop over there,	47
With a broken lock.	48

I sneak onto the cobbles	49
In the dead of night,	50
A boy creeps by	51
Stealing a kite.	52

As a pigeon pecks the ground,	53
And a rat scampers near,	54
I feel a foreboding,	55
Utter sense of fear.	56

I’m close to the Thames,	57
So it smells like waste,	58
And I can’t rid myself	59
Of that awful taste.	60

My mind went blank,	61
As it often did,	62
And a horse cantered by	63
Ridden by a kid.	64

His father catches up	65
Short of breath,	66
I try the door,	67
But feel like death.	68

It is locked	69
By those new keyhole things,	70
I’d just missed the chance	71
To steal some rings.	72

The boy laughs	73
And rides up to me,	74
“Hi, I’m hungry,	75
Want to come for tea?”	76

And just like that,	77
A whole new world	78
Of rosy cheeks	79
And hair that’s curled.	80

The boy was nice,	81
Said he’d been watching me,	82
Everyday,	83
He rode up to see.	84

He said I was pretty,	85
Then asked me my name,	86
When I mimed a sore throat,	87
He thought it was a shame.	88

His parents were nice	89
And his butler astute,	90
They gave me speaking lessons,	91
But I chose to be mute.	92

At least I could understand	93
And mime to make him smile,	94
His gorgeous flavoured name was	95
Peter John Tyle.	96

He was my Peter,	97
And he called me Jane,	98
After a woman	99
Who may be insane.	100

He said I was a joker,	101
He could read it in my heart,	102
Finally someone	103
Who knew my part.	104

We grew up together	105
And no words did I say,	106
But he knew I loved him,	107
So that was OK.	108

He pierced inside me	109
And took out my soul,	110
Bonded it to his,	111
That took its toll!	112

We would live together,	113
I’d be Peter’s bride,	114
Until we found out	115
His parents had lied.	116

They had arranged	117
That he wed another,	118
My heart split,	119
I could love no other.	120

He looked at me,	121
Apologising,	122
I never knew	123
Of this cunning devising.	124

Just then,	125
My whole world crumbled	126
And out of the room,	127
I haplessly bumbled.	128

Awake that night,	129
I lay on my pillows,	130
The tears fell silently	131
Like those of weeping willows’.	132

A glimmer of light,	133
A candle was aflame!	134
Peter then whispered,	135
His parents were to blame.	136

I hadn’t heard the door open,	137
Not a draft of wind,	138
And the relief I felt	139
I kept quite tinned.	140

He told me to dress quickly	141
And come with him,	142
He then told me,	143
We were risking life and limb.	144

I felt,	145
A surge of pride,	146
Running away,	147
My lover at my side.	148

And in the moonlight,	149
We stole his parents’ gold,	150
He cautioned the danger,	151
I didn’t need to be told.	152

Outside,	153
A carriage awaited,	154
I could see that this escape	155
Had been heavily contemplated.	156

And so we got on,	157
His hand clasped in mine,	158
He asked how I felt,	159
I mimed feeling fine.	160

Then he leaning forward,	161
So his smile I wouldn’t miss,	162
And like in the fairy tales,	163
He granted me true love’s first kiss.	164

He took me in his arms,	165
A bump broke us apart,	166
And my first words were,	167
“You’ve unlocked my heart!”	168
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