Womensong

 
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a simple vow

she sings their love story

long and sweet

*

her voice – a drone

 whispering a lullaby

until he sleeps

*

an empty space

she sings of what might have been

in his arms

*

to comfort the dying

her silent presence chants

all night long

*

how she honors the sun

trilling a sing-a-long

with the birds

 *

while binding wounds

she utters an ancient mantra

holy balm

*

how her lips

on the crook of his neck

croon softly

*

his anger circling

she sings to block out the truth

 her fate

*

clouds on the way

she hums a broken melody

until the storm passes

*

taking to her cave

she laments day and night

for what is lost

*

fist filled with notes

she murmurs a hymn of praise

for poetry

*

ten teeth missing

she burbles about old days

mouth wide open

****

©WabiSabi 2013

For the Sunday Whirl 108 – vow, drone, space, chants, sun, binding, crook, circling, broken, cave, fist, mouth.

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17 thoughts on “Womensong

  1. Disturbing, unsettling, stoic, unfair, powerless but curiously loving in its depiction of her fate. Nobody is owned and I would hate to think that such a life could be accepted.

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