Rallentanda

Rallentanda

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Slave



this was the best part
of her day
arranging the flowers

feeling the softness of petals
the perfume of early morning
filling the room

she dreamt of having
her own room one day
with a white lace curtain
a vase of flowers
and a strong lock
to keep the master out

praying  hard
that she was not with child
which would seal her fate
putting paid to any hope
of her  ever having  a piece of
white curtain  lace
in her sad sorry life





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15 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviMarch 25, 2015 at 8:04 AM

    An exquisite poem depicting the sorrows of slavery..!! Truly inspired.. :)
    xoxo

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  2. SusanMarch 25, 2015 at 8:52 AM

    Exquisite is a good word for this poem. I can imagine being in this unimaginable scene. Heartbreaking. Good poem.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 25, 2015 at 10:30 AM

    This is very well captured and I love the photo. That would be the best moment of her day, for sure. I hope she got her dream but the likelihood is that she didnt, sadly. Your poem captures her plight to perfection.

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  4. Kerry O'ConnorMarch 25, 2015 at 11:12 AM

    Your interpretation of the picture captures the sadness very well.

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  5. moondustwriterMarch 25, 2015 at 3:14 PM

    Rall the art is inspiring the verse so reflective of the types of slavery women endure

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  6. totomaiMarch 25, 2015 at 3:29 PM

    reminded me of some scenes from 12 years a slave. or he can locked her master to eternity.

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  7. ScottlBMarch 25, 2015 at 7:05 PM

    To dream of enjoying the simplest pleasures which in turn could mean all the difference in the world to someone held in captivity. Good write!

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  8. AnonymousMarch 25, 2015 at 9:54 PM

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  9. Old EggMarch 25, 2015 at 10:40 PM

    Full marks for this one Rall!

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  10. ThotpurgeMarch 25, 2015 at 11:21 PM

    Think her face in the picture found beautiful expression in your words...

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  11. Jae RoseMarch 26, 2015 at 6:29 AM

    So sad...captive to her circumstance..i am glad at least she has the colour and peace of the flowers

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  12. Sumana RoyMarch 26, 2015 at 7:15 AM

    Her dream of a white lace curtain and a strong lock so sadly depicts her predicament.. ...

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  13. humbirdMarch 26, 2015 at 9:07 AM

    'in her sad sorry life ' the flowers indeed - a treasure, and hopes sometimes come true...

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  14. Myrna R.March 26, 2015 at 4:24 PM

    That last line pierced my heart. How sad to live in fear and captivity like that. Your poem describes the sad situation well.

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  15. Gen Giggles March 27, 2015 at 5:32 AM

    I can feel the pain and emotions here such a life no one should experience.

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