I wrote these two poems for the Ekphrastic prompt and didn’t send them in, thinking they probably weren’t what was required. You can read the entries here.
Kohbar of Mithila, painting by Padma Shri Sita devi. Contemporary rendition of traditional Mithila style painting. Photo by Sumanjha1991. CC BY-SA 4.0
The sun shines today
Suns shine for you today,
and the lotus root springs high and virile,
and every moment of this day and the next
for ever and ever amen, the faces will watch,
and you hope they will smile,
not at your pleasure
but at your head bowed in duty
to the tall and mighty lotus root.
Make is swell and quiver, and the sun
will beam on its sprung seed,
or cover your head in the ashes
of consumed dreams
and weep for your lost wings.
Beware of smiling faces,
of tossed wishes and showered petals,
teeth bared in smiles of complicity
and thoughts only of the coming feast.
They are not for you, child,
they are for the respecting of tradition;
your desires, your pleasure
weigh less than a feather in the balance.
You are a bride not a woman
not even an adult, a child
with no mind of her own,
no right to choose.
Pick a face (they are all the same),
wear it on this day and forever,
painted and moulded like a mask
to cover your fears and your tears.