Protected child of hamlets gone
In time she’s learned to colors don
Skipped pranced in nursery games
heard sinister hush of girlie shames
Parallel to humbug, opened eyes
Understood meaning of stifled sighs
sipped the gospel soaked up some
horror and tales of kingdom come
Along her path to heavier books
No pleasing breaks in shady nooks
A disquieting mix of rituals, skills
under lingering fret of utility bills
sometimes shook by fear of rakes
then again say whatever it takes
hate chance falter with a fake
silently in embers smolder bake
cast off walks in a mixed up park
no candlelit reprieve in a bedroom dark
her life is packed and of her choice
increasingly inside an echoing voice
asks harrowed heart, who am I?
want a family, but not on the sly!
ever struggling with feet in boats
split up thus we cross no moats
No respite in a borrowed life
But no fun in a back home wife
WHat you write it not just for only a fun to do to you but something you feel that is part of your mind, to share and to do...definitely you are well known language and poetry expert...your readers know that...nah so what more can i say no? ? ? hmmm nothing hahaha_Soul
The poem is a realistic depiction of women's life in certain milieu. some lines have deep meanings like'heard sinister hush of girlie shames'...A disquieting mix of rituals', the lines like this form a vivid picture in mind.The notes helped me to understand the all the three in the same backdrop. Very intricately all three may be one or different from another. I like and appreciate the unusual theme dealt with empathy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes I see similar around me too, divorced 2x, but at least I found true happiness when I found respect and love to myself. Ourselves is the best company and then many good friend appears.