Femininity

Sympathisers helped,

But talked behind her back

Her poverty was a barrier for them

To embrace her into their friendly care.

She had no wish to retreat, like a wilted flower.

If husband was no more should all benefits desert her?

Should she wander blaming fate, forget this strange world?

Would this treacherous world see the right from wrong?

He was her family, friend and provider

Memories filled her anguished heart as she began to walk

Angry black clouds scattered. Rain poured

She found shelter beside a wayside door.

Old wet sari clung to her youthful beauty

The hidden figure of a man glared, admired.

Fierce rain beat in, so he shut the door.

Pitying her, thunder and rain rolled and tumbled.

His momentary thought:

‘Why do the poor need fiery chastity?’

‘The rain will only stop later, come to find pleasure’

With these words his face drew closer to embrace her.

Burning with fury she slapped his cheek.

She walked, and she walked until dizzy

Away from the animal

Her  femininity tainted by his venomous thought.

She heard the church bell call her

Point to a path past her misery

Into sweet austerity.

The holy church embraced her into service

Her grief dispelled, mind focused

Name changed, robes given, jewellery cast off.

She stood poised in peace, adorned with divine grace

With content and clarity of purpose

The blemish-free daughter of the holy church.