“THE BRIDE SHIP” 21 Nov 91
The bride ship ploughs
across the windy sea
tossing like a reed in the wind
towards it destiny
inside the wooden walls
and the bars of the prison inside
a thousand faces
all of them future wives
a scythe through grass
a dog running home
the ship arrives at last
no one will be alone
many faces expectant
whole lives waiting to be filled
most have the fear
stolen by traditions wish
against their will
some leave on the journey
failing in storms that lead to the altar
unable to be free
trapped in a prison that will falter
some leave by their own hand
rather than take a strangers hand
the bride ship ploughs on
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