Friday, 13 September 2013

That Sacred Vow

Did you see the shadow
shield my eyes
when you named your price,
sealed my fate?
Did your heart lurch
(as mine did)
when the Devil danced on your back?

Did you feel the fear
grip my guts
as you chased my chariot through
cornflower blue
corridors – freewheeling on the
brink of death?
My nine-year-old loins

ripped apart at the hands of
your marriage –
my dowry for your
drought dried fields.
Did Satan sing as you heard my
screams and pain
penetrated the dusk of my wedding night?

Did your mind reel
(as mine did)
when they pulled the babe from my
ravaged womb
and pressed her
to my weeping breast?

And cattle bellowed and cockerels cried
in savage union,
as my childhood died.
And you sold my soul
for a field of corn –
one less mouth to feed
in this forsaken land.

© Carolyn Cornthwaite

Carolyn writes poetry and fiction and blogs at She has just finished the first draft of a novel and is slowly recovering. Next time she will write an uplifting tale with a joyous ending.