The Maiden in the Wind!

A flimsy structure draped in sparkly cloth,
Swaying and sashaying in the wind.
Undressed and unsettled by a strong breeze,
before eyes that are keen to grab a gaze.

Strong on feeble shoulders,
and broken by tough hands.
Bound and held back by a noose 
equally adrift in the storm of wind and water.

Morphing from a maidens skirt to her cane,
Like everything in the dark times-
everything useful and beautiful,
a rejected mistress by the time sun shines.


-What eyes do you look with if you do not see it all?-
Story of an Umbrella. Now Re-read!