My job is dreamy! Who could ask for more
than coming in to watch while others work?
My major task is to unlock the door,
then, staying out of way, in shadows lurk.
In short, I am a simple servitor.
But I am not in any way ashamed;
to serve the servants is for me a joy!
To make their burden lighter I have aimed.
By holding doors or giving smiles for free,
in simple ways I help while on employ.
Perhaps you ask, “What may your title be?”
It’s funny—I an escort have been called.
Don’t worry, though—it’s pure hyperbole—
no need to gasp in shock or look appalled.Copyright © 2023 Abigail Gronway – All rights reserved
Shelley’s Sonnet
based on Percy Bysshe Shelley’s “Ozymandias”
an octet and a sestet
Meter: iambic pentameter
Rhyme scheme: ababacdc edefef
About the Poem:
It’s true. I am an escort. It’s a humble yet important task. I work on a college campus escorting contractors and maintenance workers into pretty much every building, but especially in the women’s residence halls. I check out the keys needed and then grant the contractors access to the buildings and rooms where they need to work. Once on the job, I stay with them, providing them with accountability and ensuring the safety of the residents and their private property.
Dark Side of the Moon 