Unsettled
When we are nine, we do not know the stars.
They play on silver screens but in our minds
These images are sexless as guitars.
For children life has still to raise the blinds
On Vivien and Scarlett. Kids can’t guess
That actresses in movies aren’t the same
As characters which they create. That dress
Of luscious velvet green is much to blame
For our confusion. Cloth that rich is far
Too real there in our childish darkness to
Allow harsh understanding of the scar
That woman leaves on Rhett with Bonnie Blue.
And more so we don’t have a clue about
The actress’s mania hiding out.