Evlin: Beauty and Radiance

Her strawberry blonde hair had now turned dark and tangled.
Her skin once solid porcelain was now a spongy ivory,
tainted, from the bursts of hatred and pain, inflicted on her skin.
The color of her lips is of the Dog Rose enchantress
and the texture resembles the Sea-Spurry that creep along the shore.
However these lips have morphed into the dust of an abandoned church
and the texture of the broken glass.

A stone church decorated with flowers
and sprinkled
with the petals of happiness
glitters on a windy hill
over looking the blue crystal clear waves
crashing into the torturous rocks,
Laughter hugs the sparkling
liquid
Feet kiss the sand as the newlyweds dance.
Nothing could seem more perfect
This happy moment can fool any mortal.
Fool them into believing this mortal moment might be eternal.

A faint voice
torn and dissected
vibrates the small room
“Water……….food………. help me.”

The atmosphere had been filled with the scent of bluebells and sea air engaging in their own marriage.
No one could tell this bride of what would come.
The shortages of food, water.
Shortages of hope,
The silence of song and dance haunts the island.

She whispers a prayer to Saint Brigid of Kildare - the saint of the poor and distressed.
Gaelic fills the room around her again.