The Secret Countess
The hammer has fallen
The red has come
The richer are fleeing
The poor they shall become
Petyas teeth cut on gold
But know his sisters hands are bleeding
From harder work than she’s ever known
Scrubbing and polishing
In an English house of old
Gone are the furs
The silks in the snow
The string of pearls
The pretty little bow
The diamond brooches
The carriages at twelve
The long ball dresses
On the marble stone floor
The Grasinky’s jewel sparkle
In a greedy cooks eyes
Lost in a world without trust
All she has is a smile
No now that is lost
So the devil arrives
With her endless demands
A beaut outside
Ugly within
No care of the servants work
With their hands and heart
Perfection is surely just a dream
But her demand it is
For simple is common
Her wedding must be just so
No sweet songs
Or old fashioned dress
No ‘handicapped child’
Shall follow her trail
But there is no love in her eyes
Just unforgiving desire
To be a title
But in amongst her servant ranks
A high class beauty lurks
Her ballet bow
That shivers hearts
Lies surround her
But the truth she always speaks
And dear little Ollie
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poem by Annie Clarke
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