Damsel or Bride ?

Damsel or Bride ?

A Poem by Rimmee

                                                                                                            Sitting by a barn wood window                                                                         At the dead of wintry night

She gazes at the snow cold moon
With eyes of deep insight

Looking into the eyes of moon
She catches the sharpest glimpse
Of what the moon had seen
Fades away with the slightest blink

The moon had once stood
Witnessing an auspicious night
Rings being exchanged
‘tween the groom and bride

Amidst a million stars
Proceeded the holy wedding
They bestowed their shine
As showers of blessing

They walked around the sacred fire
The holy knot tied hand in hand
A seven vows they made
Out of heart’s utmost desire

He vowed he would love her
Being the dove of his only dove
She vowed she would support her
Being the other wheel of his chariot

The moon, with serenity
Smiled at the newly wed
When he painted his beloved
With a speck of scarlet red

The moon watched in awe
The speck on her head
The colour never faded
The one painted by her beloved


Then all of a sudden
The moon closes its eyes
The beautiful glimpse vanishes
Leaving with only tears in her eyes

The moon then sings the sweetest lullaby
Putting her into a deep slumber
                        Secretly admiring her in the dead of  night                            So pure a damsel yet someone’s bride

She still had a line on the base of her finger
But where was the ring that used to linger?
She still had a scar on the verge of her head
But where was that speck of scarlet red ?

The moon watched the princess
Waiting for her knight
And wondered who was she

              A Damsel or a Bride !                   

© 2017 Rimmee

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Added on August 20, 2017
Last Updated on August 20, 2017
Tags: heart-break, love, hope, sorrow



Visakhapatnam, India