Runaway Bride
At twelve years old
She sits in the cold
Engulfed by the dark
Sitting on an old tree trunk
By the edge of the silent river
From far she can hear the ceremonial celebrations
Drums beat with such elevation
The women sing in jovial spirits
The kids play and they all dance
Twenty fires burn brightly lighting the village in might
She sits in the cold
Her bare breasts scared
Her beaded necklace tightening
Her innocent fingers trembling
Her eyes dimming with every drum beat
She knows she can't run far
They will find her
And he will marry her
The dowry is already paid
The bed is already made
Copyright © Njeri Hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
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