Incidental Padding

Volume 2, Issue 4

Shimameth

by Briar Rose
  By Cantrix Wolfwalker

 

They see each other across the field,

Feelings are sparked and neither can yield,

To the pull of fate,

It opens a gate,

That holds back a flood of emotions,

As big and deep as the ocean.

 

Time goes by and their love grows.

Despite the facts that they both know

That their love can never be

Unless they go where they are free

From family rules and promises made

From traditions and foundations laid.

She is promised to be another man's bride

To say she loves him is a lie.

Her heart belongs to a fair slave.

A love if known would mean his grave.

 

They meet in secret when they can.

They quietly evolve a plan,

To set out for a distant shore.

They will just wait a little more,

To find the perfect time and place,

To begin their treacherous race,

To the freedom they desire,

To let their love be full of fire.

 

In a short time a date is set,

For her to wed that man she's never met.

To her family she tells,

"I need some time in which to dwell

Upon this new life I begin

With this appointed gentleman."

The day before she's given leave

To wander the fields as she please

With no distractions to muddle her head

As she ponders this stranger she weds.

 

Thus we find her in a meadow,

Waiting for a familiar shadow,

To come to find her waiting there,

To fulfill this dream they both share,

To sail away

On this day.

  

Little do their families know,

This journey on which they plan to go.

To friends and family they've said farewell.

On this they couldn't bare to dwell.

For to find the freedom that they lack,

Means that they can never come back.

And so with joy and sadness both,

They sneak and board a tiny boat,

That's destination is a shore

Where they will live forevermore.

 

The ship arrives on a bright new dawn

And as they walk a little fawn

Leads them to a meadow where

They find a house deserted there.

They make it a good and gracious home

And fix it up to be their own.

 

And in the spring the flowers bloom,

And in their house in one little room,

A child smiles at the sun,

Her journey has not yet begun...

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