Mistaken Identity

Make way! Make way!

A lady is coming.

Prepare for her arrival,

Open the doors!

Make her welcome!

A crowd gathers for the jamboree

Her carriage is coming, see!

The stallions halt at the gate

The lady is stepping down. Please wait!

Dressed in the finest lace,

A jewelled fan hides her face.

The crowd is silenced by her presence,

As she moves into the residence.

The glimmering fan is slowly lowered,

In which the crowd now glowered.

Behind that fan was a face that spelt ‘traitor’

Divulged an evil grin and said, ‘I am the victor’.

This traitor has cheated and bribed,

But soon fled so she was never tried.

She mocks the anger on their faces

As she departs once more without leaving any traces.

The inevitable

Invisible.
A scrawny, tattered girl hunched over in the corner.

The merry-making dazzling her eyes.
The bittersweet tea pours from an ornate teapot,
Held by the delicate hands of a masked face,
A geisha.

As soft as a raven's feather,
Her ebony hair sways with her every movement.
The richly-embroidered silken fan disguises the fear in her eyes.

Transparent.
The unacquainted girl gazes at her sister's extravagant attire.

Her thin frame is outlined by a chiffon kimono,
Swans, sakuras, saffrons embellish the silken garment.
The scene reflects her own despairing future.
A drunken man grabs a maiden.
And takes her into the distance.

Lost.
The same fate smiles at her sister.