Wrapped in five yards of gold and silk
The young bride steps into the ilk
Of others of her kind.
What does she have on her mind?
Does she dream of the man who will help her fly
To the distant realms of the unbidden sky?
Or, does she stare with fear
At the stranger so near,
Who will share her bed,
To whom she is wed?
Does she cringe from his touch?
Or, does she want to say I love you so much….
Wrapped in five yards of gold and silk,
A doll who has barely started to think,
Was she asked to marry
Or allowed to choose and tarry?
Was she sold
For the weight of gold?
Was the boy bought with money
Into the knots of matrimony?
Did she have the courage to say,
“This is the only man for me any way!”
Or, did she cry and cringe and give in
To an unwanted fate, which to oppose would be a sin?
Is she stepping in to the role
Thinking only of the silk and gold?
Another woman trapped by five yards of gold and silk….