HAPPINESS – Another Steampunk poem

The stokeress had washed her sooty face
And wore her best bandana round a neck
Scrubbed almost white. She took a turn on deck,
Chatted to a lieutenant. Knew her place

But flirted anyway. He took her to
The magic lantern show and kissed her hand
On parting. And she dreamed how he would stand
Outside her cabin door, and bring the shoe

She had not left behind. Awoke to spend
Her days in shovelling, and dust, and grime,
Her nights exhausted. Found her life sublime
To serve the great machine, and sometimes mend

Rips in the fabric of its bag, look down
At Delhi, Boston, Prague and London Town.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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2 Responses to HAPPINESS – Another Steampunk poem

  1. anef says:

    I really like this. It made me smile.

  2. kateelliott says:

    Nice. Love these steampunk settings. Which means I am only contributing to the “problem” but – whatever –

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