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by Avrii Monrielle   Sep 22, 2005


Poem in a chinese girl's perspective
209 AD
5 diary entries of Cui Feng (Emerald Green Pheonix)
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May 31

Regret
Hurt
Trust

That is what my love left me
As he walked out the door
To go to war
No children had we
For never had the both of us
Married

But we were in love
At least I thought
Until that day

I cry because I will miss him
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June 2

The war had been placed by our reigning emperor and a group of invaders
Us,behind our great wall were so naive
We did not know this day had come
But it did
Curse our forgetfulness

I was 21
He was 22
We met on the street one day
We were very poor,as many in our village
But every day we would talk behind the market stalls,under a tree
It was great...
Until this day

I cried as he said goodbye,and I helped him fix on the armor
He was just a villager,it wasn't right
....
I wipe a tear before it falls on this expensive paper...
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June 12

Today they have gone to the Cai Don She city to battle the buvarians
I haven't heard word today of him

I pray every day to the ancestors, hoping he will get many favors in the emperor's eyes

Today I am crying because I am to marry a very dark skinned man from the mountains,Gang Zhen. He is ugly,one eye lid has a sliced scar
The other many pimples of large size
He resembles an ash brown coloured toad..
I wish to run away,but how will Tian Shi find me? My beloved Tian Shi,heavenly generation...
My parents do not know who has claimed my heart.
So I am betrothed to a maniac.
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July 1

The war has been raging very long. They say the eastern part will come home in a week...
I will wait.
My parents say I must marry very soon.
I cry. Today they have fitted my dress.
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July 8

The dress is crimson red with golden-colored trimmings
I do not love the dress
Nor do I love the man to marry
I wear the robes in pain,but I do not show it
For my parents may be poor,but I must respect their wishes.

The wedding will be in 5 hours. I look outside the window hoping to see my love.

1 hour has passed. He is not here.
2 hours. Nothing.

3 hours...
....
...
..
.
Nothing.

4 Hours.
Ai-yah! T-there he is...
I sigh.
At his side is a sword
He is wearing his armor..
I run to meet him
And he hugs me back
He sighs looking into my eyes
I still love him
But will he save me?
I don't know....
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She lived greatly with him,for he had planned to kidnap her as his own anyways. She went away with him for their love was so great,and they eloped,her in her wedding clothes and him in his armor.

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  • 19 years ago

    by sinan kasap

    It's much like hollywood movies, isnt it? at the last second everything happens with a magical hand. anyway i liked it. yes different connection of concepts it gives to me.

  • 19 years ago

    by TeardropsNMyEyesXxOsh

    That wuz reel different. It wuz tellin a story of hope. Datz like watin fa somebody dat u don't think iz comin home. Reel deep.