As the early sun’s first ray’s light upon the young girl’s gaze. Motes of dust in the golden light dance in the mirror her wedding gown catches her sight.
In her stomach a thousand butterflies sweep and swirl it is so much for her to take in, this little girl. Her mother’s headdress on her head, how could she send her baby to that old man’s bed.
Last week with her friends she played, giggling in class at the exciting plans they had made. Running dancing in the lea, happy laughing dancing free that is how a young child’s life should be.
The scent of her poesy fills her nose. It is so pretty lilies,daisies and a perfect rose. Again her stomach turned thinking of the horrid things she had learned. Her mother had sat her on her knee and explained exactly how things had to be.
Now she knew why mother cried as she told the future and beg that she comply. She had begged and cried yet her parents ears were closed, she was to be a bride. A rich merchant fat and old was the fiancé to whom she had been sold. Her father bade her do his will to up hold the family honour her mother begged to comply and things would be easier on her.
As the early sun’s first ray’s light upon the young girl’s gaze. Motes of dust in the golden light dance in the mirror her wedding gown catches her sight.
Oct 22, 2012 @ 21:34:01
With a broken excuse of preserving face
He Plucked a tiny vein of his cold heart
Sold it with no single trace of humane grace
The end of a dead start….
:'(……Peace & Light
Oct 22, 2012 @ 21:40:39
Mira your comment is so sad and so true 😦
Oct 22, 2012 @ 23:01:35
your story is heart-breaking….executed innocence:'(
O’ please erase “to” through my 3rd line…
Oct 23, 2012 @ 13:42:40
It is so very sad , and thank you for your touching lines ! I shall erase the to for you, though it did not mar the verse or it’s meaning. xx
Oct 23, 2012 @ 01:44:29
Very different take; wedding days are supposed to be joyous but here it seems to be the opposite, because the girl is being forced. Very sad. The image of the dancing dust was well done; as if they are happy just as everything seems on the outside, but on the inside its darkness; even in the golden sun.
Oct 23, 2012 @ 13:35:10
You have caught the right interpretation, the appearance of all being joyous and the true pain that is involved. Why marry a young child to an old man, why. I may have to nod to the custom but I shall never accept or understand it.
Oct 23, 2012 @ 02:31:07
Such a sad tradition – arranged marriage. Well done, Willow!
Oct 23, 2012 @ 13:31:39
Yes and it is even harder for young girls who have been westernised who are whisked from school at a tender age then taken to their homeland on pretence of going on holiday to be married , sometimes to good men sometimes to bad, sometime to old men sometimes to young men . Some are well treated and some abused some even have to take on the man’s child. Never mind the culture shock, it must be lonely horrifying ….. I know it is a custom but I fight with myself to see how in any circumstance this custom of arranged marriages sometime involving children can be right.
This a poem I wrote on that subject earlier this year. https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/holiday-surprise/ I hope I have not said too much.
Oct 23, 2012 @ 04:16:27
Truly tragic… Can we ever give this up! … 😦
Oct 23, 2012 @ 13:15:31
If only we could stop this if only. What can we do about customs centuries old, the poeple who adhere to those customs will not listen they believe they are doing nothing wrong! So hard ………..
Oct 24, 2012 @ 20:53:41
It’s a sad sad society, innocence shatters right here.
Oct 24, 2012 @ 21:06:32
Yes it is truly a sad state of affairs.
Oct 24, 2012 @ 21:34:55
We are to blame, collectively. If we cannot stop it we should support the people who are trying to. Taking small steps, like this_ a wonderful piece_ leads to bigger achievements.
Oct 24, 2012 @ 21:51:16
Yes we must even if it is just reminding people that this is happening. Here is another poem on the same subject but from a different perspective.
https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/holiday-surprise/