Painting by Odilon Redon
The prettiest of the unmarried girls, she was a sacrifice to the sea, she and the sea’s share of the treasures the men had brought back from the season’s raiding, but she was also the daughter of the Wise Woman, the Healer, She Who Balances Life and Death, and now Thief of Sacrificial Boat and Booty. For any mother would defy the law, refuse the death and sorrow dictated by the menfolk, defy the sea itself, to choose another future for her daughter.
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Oh, yes! And now I want to know what happens to them!
I think you should write that one 🙂
Yes, please!
You have my permission. Will you post it here when you’ve written it? >
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🙂 that was fun!
I bet you’re glad you did it! It’s a gorgeous poem 🙂
Yes, ma’am, and thank you!
I set sail with my purloined dowry, a treasure worth more than petty promises of love from a man rich only in gestures and creature comforts. I slip atop the undulating sea, uncertain of my destination, guided by the gracious gulls, friends always, free to float, to soar, to take me to a welcoming shore.
Love it! Good on her. I hope she puts her dowry to good use 🙂
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