I recently read something that reminded me of Rhema’s The Child Bride. I tried to talk the writer into taking poetry a little more serious (for the fun side of it) but she insisted she didn’t have ‘any’ talent for poetry. At first I thought just being modest, but she was serious.
She knows I would like to shag her (two years from now when she’ll be old enough to shag) and it really made her think I was just flattering her.
Now, I am not saying this is ‘top class’ stuff. But I see some talent here.
So, what are your thoughts? You guys see any talent too? What are her (obvious) errors? What does she need to improve?
She wants you all to be “honest and straight with her but don’t make her regret agreeing to post this (on NS)”. She
An African Bride
She sits coyly on the bamboo bed
Scared and terrified as she listens to evening birds
Her fingers drawing things on her laps
Her eyes so shy she can’t look up
Her long shapely legs clasped together
And her heart beating louder
He is behind her whispering things in her ear
Things she had loved but won’t want to hear
His hands massaging her shoulders with gentle caresses
Her pulse increases and her heart freezes
A man has never been this close before
The shocking reality that must happen has come
Her marriage night
The night she will never forget
19 – 3 – 2010
2:00 – 2:25
Inspired by the olden days marriage system.