Appeased

[YRKB]

This bride is like no other, her mother thinks,
Cocksure, cold - her orders lack respite.
There is no silent terror, she takes no goading
No reassurance
On her stand, facing the mirror -
She is in radiant sync with her reflection.
But her hair -
No! No - her hair is just not right!
The word is hers.
And she reminds those present, whose day it is.
Why she matters. And I am all.
It's that she has to be appeased.
Thankless. Why, what thanks?
It has to be so, on a day like this.
Eyes are crossed, and thoughts conveyed -understood, uncared for.
Regardless -
A man who chooses her as right, will take her.
Has, he has.
And that rightness is her cross to bear -
Light as feather in this magic timespace,
but future's bird -
shot dead. Heavy in her hands.
So, now, it's that she has just to be.
Appeased.

Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown