Icon Poetry: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

She faces a thousand faces,
A silence envelopes the room,
She steadies her stance,
Steel in her glance,
And gives into the mic’s boom.

Every bit of laughter heard,
Makes her heart flutter, free as a bird.
Although odd, she is now home,
Amidst overflowing ashtrays and dark clubs,
she has found her Rome.

The audience looks up in awe,
For they have found a star,
One day they shall travel far,
To see her and a fickle fame spar,
And hopefully see her escape without a scar.

-Vaibhav
2019

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