Intro:-
This poem is written by Nada Deban, basically my #1 supporter and that is just why it is very special. I hope you all enjoy this amazing poem.
Poem:-
Dark caves and houses of mud
Pink meat in shreds of placentation
He lurked uninterested in the nook
Then rubbed his chin and prayed for damnation
That shrieking bulk had not the portrudence between the legs
"It's a she, and it's the end of my name,
"Take her to the sanitary and trim her well,
"For that nub will make me the breeder of shame"
Shreds of glass and mud underneath
Cries of the child and midwives talks
They sheered it off like Master said
And blood dripped while armies of bacteria crept
"Call for Master" the black veiled mother screamed
"A month passed" she plead "the fever hasn't cleared"
He snorted "it's breathing still"
"Let her be, might not she avail and it's God's will"
"You are the devil" she spat. "Against God's writings you ward"
"Oh Lord" he growled "why did you ban us from burying whores?"
"He would never sent me a slut, this is what he wants"
"Now you are the disbeliever and in hell you shall rot"
She waited for the fever to swallow the pink cheeks
But the night fell and "His will" was no more.
Ribbons and side braids
Secret strolls and prances in the moor
"What is the whore doing with my horse?!" He roared.
Her breasts carved with each prance
"This is my end" he swore
While the rifle in his hand danced
Fired gun and an awaited relief
Horrified eyes and hollow gasps for aid
It's the black veil pooling in blood and not the braids!
All the hubbub she did not hear
For in the past the fever took her ears
Maiden's frantic gestures and a pair of confused eyes
A dead mother and mute shrills
"What is the whore doing here still?!"
Master's thrills about an interested buyer
Paying well and with will to carry the ill reputation
"What a fool" he mused "in a million years would she give him a boy
"For as her mother she's labelled with castration"
Maiden humming and twirling braids
The girl thought if the lost appeal in short hair
Grasped scissors and drapes of curls
The rules of trade she knew she's now failed to meet
For he'd never sell a horse without its shoe
Damaged goods and disgruntled seller
Hot glowing wroughts licking her ribs
Smell of burnt flesh and wheezing breaths
"Beg! Beg!" her senses screamed
Sealed eyes and flashbacks reeled
Hardened fists and galloped pain
A mother shot for breeding a female
Huffs of boredom and amused eyes
He held the iron to her side and enjoyed the cries
Then when she glared in stout
He cleared his throat and stepped down
Warm wet cloths and cleaning wounds
Hands beneath chin and bounding thoughts
Intact pride; that she had
But still however a new bride
A chance unfathomable that she carries in her womb
And another master calls it a shame
No more prayers for God to exchange
"The black veil I shall only wear
"Till in the train I settle, under the full moon"
Pure black night and vacant stares
Tense fingers and ink laid
"Who are you" asked a curious reader
"Oh I have no clue, they called me a whore"
His forehead crumbled in confusion
"Pink cheeks and black wide eyes
"I apologize for the world, you must me called a keeper"
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