Marriage as transplantation. Always an outsider in my own marriage. Basically there was no one there. An outsider who was inside a marriage.

(Jeanette Winterson on Adoption, Belonging, and How We Use Storytelling to Save Ourselves)




Transplantation

So i was married

or may be just one day

i found myself married

 

I had always loved the thought of

being married

of adding a name to my name

and be known with that name

 

First you live the marriage

in your mind, in your imagination 

and how free that is

and then you find it in your headspace

as if it has become a conquered territory.

 

But what happened to the whole of me

i felt as transplanted 

from one home to another

as if i had put myself there

so as to to florish

but the experience was one of a nipped bud.

 

No wonder i learnt to grow roots on people.

A few people,

i call home.





Poetry by Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-08-01 at 17:14

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I feel for you Sona
Although I have a loving wife, With children to,
They all do their own thing, in their own rooms,
So I've often felt that way too.
Thanks for sharing, Regards Alan.
2023-08-05


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
It is a hard thing to realise how people are subjugated by societal restraints, particularly those that relate to marriage - especially for the female. This small, but erudite poem, brings that across to the reader in a simple series of stanzas that wreak of the discomfort the author feels. May your stem produce a new bud that will flower into magnificence.
Blessings, Allen
2023-08-03