To Thee I Wed Poem by Melvina Germain

Althia, wilt thou close the door Althia, it’s bloody cold in these cramped quarters.

Stop pouting my dear, your Joshua will show up as soon as he runs low on coin.

An unhonoured soul like he shall dance the dance of wicked priest’s in want of remuneration and more… noted, he shall shine a fakers fool.

Come Althia, come hither my dear, sit awhile, perhaps pour a spot of tea. Won’t you share your magnificent thoughts with me. O I dare say you are beautiful,

soft, fine skin, ebony shines the favourite now of mankind. Your Prince Joshua won’t dilly dally for long singing his same old tune.

Be jubilant my dear, jubilant I say, our Mulatto king bears no malice toward your Prince.

You can play with him for a time but make haste and be ready my Althia. Don’t miss your royal train, or stretch your imagination too thin. It’s almost time to wear the gown of a Queen.


Take a walk on that lap of earth there and watch the Rubrum flowers come into their own to bloom. A royal bouquet shall bless the event and thee shall be the bell of every ball. No Cinderella shall find a home here…O do listen heartily my dear, you worry me so. Althia, are you chilled my dear, why you’re shaking profusely, why,

why, are you trembling so, this bosom of love awaits you now in the prime of your natural born life, and many children wilt thou bear.

No misery wilt find tears exposed Althia, such Blessings are few and far. Take this napkin and wipe your eyes, look in the mirror Althia, know who you are and who you were meant to be. A beautiful Princess, ready to marry a rich and handsome Mulatto King from across the sea.


To be continued…..

Written by: Melvina Germain