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Weep Freedom
the harvest moon
bright, high up the sky
casts light and shadows
she stands still
home where her life is
wishing she could leave
shackles borne by the unloved
in a union of convenience
arranged by beloved family
she hopes for freedom
someday perhaps, gods be kind
when he leaves of own accord
Published 20th Feb 2021
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Narrative poem/word play
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Anonymous
20th Feb 2021 6:16pm
My goodness...these words..
"she stands still
home where her life is
wishing she could leave"
just echoing in my head....
A stunning spill.. imo.
🌹
(hugs)
"she stands still
home where her life is
wishing she could leave"
just echoing in my head....
A stunning spill.. imo.
🌹
(hugs)
20th Feb 2021 11:47pm
In the past our tribe practised pre-arranged marriages. I imagined that's how some of my older kins might have felt. Thanks for reading me, Blue, and for the RLs. I'm honoured and humbled.
21st Feb 2021 2:24am
21st Feb 2021 3:28am
