Dim by Katia Eschner

Tradition weighs her down, petticoat rebellion
becomes a new fad, she just can’t bear to watch
or to see, as her daughter falls into a well
Out of the spell they were all under

She can’t cope with the suspicion gnawing open
all the memories, she doesn’t want to know how
she softly allowed ignorance to creep in
How she grew dim and dimmer

She didn’t notice time going by—somehow
now her twin daughter speaks of freedom
she cannot bear to listen, impossibility
Rings in her ears

She won’t let this happen again, as she serves
and she serves and she serves, over and over
Lather rinse repeat, as she grows dimmer still
not allowed

There are things she will not permit, her child
with rebellion inked under her skin, won’t ever
become what she became, vacant, empty:
Dim.

About the Author

Katia Eschner spends her time frantically attempting to finish high school and write; so far, she’s had nominal success. She has been writing poetry since she knew that there was poetry to write. “Dim” was composed after much reading about feminist movements throughout the past millennium. This is her first publication.

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