Portraits Poetry Series #71: Resigned to Her Fate

In case you haven’t been here before, I love writing prompts – whether a list of words, one word, or even an image. With these posts, I have written poems specifically about paintings and I hope, with my words, you see the scene just as visibly in your heart and mind as if you had seen the image itself.


Momentarily, she stood still
Carrying the silver serving tray
It hung near her waist
Perhaps, to hide the truth
For she held shame in her heart
And shame
Welled within her chest
Begging release –
But there was no such thing,
As release
For she had learned
To wear her shame well.
The servant girl’s head hung low
And she wondered
If there would ever be justice
Or if her heart
Would ever know peace
But thoughts
Were luxuries
She was not allowed.
Tears welled in her eyes
And as she took her leave
From clearing master’s table
Her eyes glanced sadly
Towards her growing belly
And wished her mother was near
To hold her
To console her
And yet she knew –
Her mother wore the same shame
By the same man
And her birth
Was the consequence.
And perhaps,
If she had the same strength
As her mother,
She too –
Would swing beneath
The hanging tree
For refusing this burden
But she had finally lost
Every ounce of fight left
Floundering in the reality
She is resigned to this fate
And so shall the child she carries.

© Sumyanna 2016


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