Title: Watching Clouds
Full Summary: Poetry containing the thoughts of nine girls throughout society from Ancient Mesopotamia to now. Deals with their thoughts and struggles and their role in the world as women, why they are who they are, and how they find peace. Hopefully nice and easy to read.
Word Count: 1550
Note: Any similarities to any published works is purely coincidental (I don't even read poetry anyways).
A/N: So I wrote this basically on a whim, I hope you can enjoy it and maybe even drop a review. :) In the first bit when the narrator talks about the Holy River and a law; a law in Mesopotamia's Hammurabi Code says: 'If a husband accuses his wife of lying with another man, for the sake of her husband she will throw herself in the Holy River'. That's what that is.
Thanks :D Stay tuned for historical fiction to be published soon!
Xx BC 1654 xX
She watches the clouds go by
As she stands by the Holy River
On a great precipice
And she contemplates her predicament.
She was called out for lying with another man,
So why shouldn't she throw herself in the river for her husband?
That's the law.
She doesn't want to die, she thinks as she overlooks the churning waters,
And it's not fair
That a girl should have no say in what happens in her life.
But as she watches the clouds go by and thinks that maybe things will be better for her kind in the future,
It makes tossing herself into the river a little easier.
It makes being a girl a little easier.
Xx BC 580 xX
She watches the clouds go by
As boats dock in the harbor
And boys learn in the gymnasium.
And she wonders why girls can't learn,
Or why they can't choose their path in life.
She is angry at Athens for letting boys have all the power
(But they're superior and she's inferior, right? That's what father always says.).
She thinks it's unfair that boys don't have to watch the clouds go by
And wonder why they are who they are.
She thinks she should get a say
In what she learns and where she lives and who she marries
But that's not the way the world works,
She thinks as she watches the clouds go by.
But maybe in the past, or in a faraway land,
She would be equal to the boys she sees in the neighbourhood.
And as she watches the clouds go by,
She realises that this thought makes being a girl a little easier.
Xx 200 xX
In the summer heat
She hangs up her master's clothes
And stops to watch the clouds go by.
That she were anywhere but here,
That she were maybe somewhere in the future where there are no slaves and she's allowed to be free.
But she's not an idiot
And she understands that father is in charge,
And even if father weren't in charge
Brother would be.
And even though neither of them is really here
She's not in charge of herself because her master is there
And he always will be.
And it isn't like she's going to be free for a long time.
So maybe it's okay if brother and father and master and the emperor have all the power
Because she's nothing but a plebeian slave girl.
And maybe it's better… if she gets used to work
Because work is all she's going to do
She'll be free.
As she watches the clouds go by
The thought makes being a girl a little easier.
Xx 809 xX
Western Roman Empire
The castle is drafty
But as she watches the clouds go by,
She thinks that it's a nice afternoon.
And so she goes out
Into the street
And dodges pigs and droppings and dirty looks from men
And ducks her head.
She's the daughter of a lord and lady,
She's a girl
So she's second rate.
But even though
She'll never be a knight or bishop or king or priest or cardinal,
She'll always be her
And throughout all the hardships and cold evenings alone and times spent watching the clouds go by,
Knowing that she's unique and her own makes being a girl much easier.
Xx 1501 xX
Verona is fair but only in looks, not in just, she thinks as she watches the clouds go by
And thinks about her husband-to-be.
She thinks that she doesn't want to marry him,
Because who would,
At not even thirteen?
This is the new age.
She should have known
That this day would come
And that there's nothing she will or can do to stop it.
She looks at the fluffy white clouds
And thinks that them and the birds that chirp cheerfully
Are mocking her with their freedom.
She thinks that she shouldn't have to do this now
And that she shouldn't have to go inside in ten minutes
To put on a white gown
And get married.
But as she stares at the sky
And thinks that now she will be a woman,
It makes being a girl a little easier.
(Although not much.)
Xx 1812 xX
It's finally sunny
As she watches the clouds go by.
And she smiles because it's nice out
And fluffy white clouds drift along carelessly
And even though her country is technically at war
With France trying to invade Russia and all
The heavens just seem so happy.
And even though father is upset with her
And brother is in Napoleon's army
And mother is grieving
And baby sister is restless
She's happy for once
Happy with this solitude
Happy with this peace she's been given, even if it's just
For a little while.
She smiles because even though she is a girl and she is useless and her purpose is to marry a rich man so that her parents can have a bit of money,
She is alone
And as she watches the clouds go by and the days wear on and thinks about the future,
She knows that this peace of mind is making being a girl a little easier.
Xx 1912 xX
She always liked watching the clouds go by
Especially with the ocean spray on her face.
And she liked the thought that she was going to America
Where she would be as rich as the first-class passengers.
She was scared
But mummy said not to be so she tried her best.
Even though the boom was loud
And they said it wasn't time to go to the lifeboats yet
Mummy said it would be okay
And she tried to believe her.
But now all she can see is dark water
And there's water at her feet now
And it's cold.
So damn cold.
But she's tucked under the covers,
With mummy, like when she was just a wee little girl.
And even though she's angry because they're not letting third-class passengers go up to the lifeboats,
And she's not stupid and even though she knows she's going to die here
On the unsinkable Titanic,
She feels peaceful.
And even though there are no clouds to watch go by as cold engulfs her,
The fact that women and children were supposed to go up to the decks first
Makes being a girl quite a bit easier.
Xx 1932 xX
As morning suns streams through the window and she looks out wistfully,
She wishes she were in her bed alone.
Because bloody hell, she's just been wed and dammit, why can't she be free?
Why does she not have the right to choose?
Why must it be about money, and not about
Who she loves?
She thinks about this and glares at the teasing clouds as they drift by, all happy.
And she thinks that even though
His manners are lovely and
His face is nice and
His sister is kind
And even though his money is plenty,
He can't be hers and she can't be his. And it won't ever be, as much as her parents push.
But it's all quiet in the world right now,
Except for her rhythmic breathing
And the distant sounds of maids cleaning the house before her family wakes.
And simply lying there under soft sheets,
Watching the clouds go by,
Makes being a girl rather serene,
And a little bit easier.
Xx 2013 xX
She sits on a beach
Watching the clouds go by
And dreading tomorrow.
Because tomorrow she's going to have to face homework she hasn't done
And a test she will probably fail
And people she doesn't like
Who don't like her in return.
She thinks that,
It must be simpler to be dead
And to not have to worry about the pressure of society.
But she doesn't want to die particularly,
So she thinks that it must be easier
To live way back in time,
Perhaps in the early 20th century.
Where your husband was decided for you
And your governess taught you things
And you dressed up for dinner and your main concern was producing an heir.
She thinks it would be nice,
To be a real princess
Instead of the one she dreams of being.
She thinks it would be nice for people to accept her and not to have to worry about
Or society or what her grades are
And that maybe it was simpler to be a girl back then.
They always say girls are so complicated,
And they're right,
She thinks wryly as she finds shapes in the clouds
That she watches go by.
That it'd be simpler to forget about her inner battles and struggles to fit in,
She lies down on the yellow sand and just
Watches the clouds go by.
And the thought that
Millions of girls before her have done the same to find peace-
Maybe girls with the same feelings as her-
This makes being a girl
And facing people
Ever so much easier.