Bride to Be (part eight)
Bride to Be (part eight)
I dismounted
This tree that marked the knoll had no known like
her heart agape at the root, her wood aged white
polished to gloss by the antler of the stag
the bark of her burnt and lightning stripped
the curious leaves we ladies pressed
on cloth to trace their pattern with our needles
He’d laid his camp all round the spot
My mare quietened to a dainty walk
In my secret mind dared I to think
He protects me, he has done all this to keep me safe
Yet that the young men for mayhem chafed
I sought of the wisewoman harbor
She sat before a charcoal pit
O’er which a wet skin held the smoke
And called me, being elder, daughter
Daughter, what do I here? I tell you.
The third day hence shall stones I’ve cast
by their colors declare the fate
of your father’s kingdom and Alderic’s
once every man his brazier
hath borne to the hearth of his married home
And if the fire speed and it does not rain
Good fortune, child, to you and to your swain!
Bride to Be
Forbidden Fruit
Bride to Be (part nine)
(2019, Stephanie Foster)