A Geisha's Tale

• Mia Roberts, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

With pale white face and flowing black hair
She opens her umbrella wide,
She twists and she turns for the Emperor himself,
Yet she feels horrible inside.
There had been wars before where many had fallen,
Yet she never thought one would be her own.
Though now as she dances to her husband’s old song,
She mourns him and starts to moan.
She falls to the ground, stricken with grief,
Tears streaming down her face.
And as each tear hits the ground,
The whole world starts to quake.
Then, finally sadness takes her,
And she feels the darkness closing in.
She takes her last gasp and then falls asleep,
Never to rise again.