High Horses and Higher Standards

Plucking petals saying "I love him not at all inside",
She's a walking disaster unfit to be a submissive bride,
So she cuts all ties and leaves with no apologies,
Laughing as she chooses a fate that was only hers to seize.

He's a drab and overdressed statue lacking in luster,
Overeager and set to win with all the charm he can muster,
Looking vain and oh-so sure down on one weak knee
'Till she left him shocked with a diamond of his mother's money.

With clicking heels and piercing eyes she boards the train
That takes her far away from all that sneers in vain,
On her way to dignified dreams and bright city scenes
While he woos his mother's hand-picked small-town sewing queens.

Author's Note

What do you think of the story and flow? Also, I took a long time figuring out the title, so do you think it's a good fit?

Reviews

[IAmGhost120]

I loved the last line: "While he woos his mother's hand-picked small-town sewing queens." That made me smile. Anyways, excellent job!! I loved the journey of the woman and how she chooses independence. You've managed to tell quite a story in just three stanzas. And the description - of the man, of her, and of the "small-town sewing queens" - is fantastic. You pick all of these tiny details but they flow so well together. Fantastic!!

[Marie]

The story is well worth reading, and you made a nice poem of it. I would have called it "High Riding Heels".