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Poem: "Bouquets of Bygone Days"

This is posted as a second freebie from the March 20, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl, courtesy of new prompter catsittingstill.  It was inspired by a prompt from minor_architect.  This poem belongs to the series Path of the Paladins, and you can read more about that on the Serial Poetry page.




Bouquets of Bygone Days


When the bucket-boy who brought water
to the merchants in the marketplace
gave Ari a bouquet of wildflowers
and then scampered away blushing,
Ari turned to Shahana and hissed,
"What am I supposed to do with this?"

"What do you want to do with it?"
Shahana asked.
"I don't know!" Ari said,
throwing up her hands
and making the petals flutter.
"It's not like I'm going to be  here
for some boy to moon over.
We're only coming through for supplies."

"If you want a sweetheart, Ari,
something could be arranged," Shahana said.
"It is not forbidden, merely uncommon.
Most paladins of Gailah have other things on their minds
than the matters of men and women,
but there are always a few who take lovers,
or even choose to marry."

"What about you, Shahana?" Ari asked.
"Did you ever have a sweetheart,
before you became a paladin, maybe?"
"Not exactly," Shahana said.
"That is, I had a suitor,
but I did not return his affections."

"Some men are horrid,"
Ari said darkly.
"Actually he was a very dear boy,"
said Shahana.  "He brought me flowers
and apple taffies and asked me to the fair."

"Why didn't you stay with him, then?"
Ari asked. 
"Because I did not love him,"
Shahana said.  "No man has ever
called to my heart in that way."

"You could always choose a woman,"
Ari said slyly.  "I once knew a shepherdess
who ran away to live with a goose-girl."
Shahana chuckled.  "Ah, no,
I have never fallen for a woman either."

"I love my brother Larn," Ari said slowly.
"I loved the rest of my family,
before they died or went away."
She caught Shahana's gaze.
"I love you." 
Then she sniffed at the bouquet.
"But not like this."

Ari shrugged. 
"Perhaps I'm like you," she said.
"There are so many other things to do.
If I fall in love later, I'll worry about it then."
"A wise plan," Shahana agreed.

"Did you ever see him again,
that suitor of yours?" Ari asked.
"Do you ever think about him?"
"I saw him again," Shahana said,
"with his wife and a gaggle of children.
I hadn't thought of him in years, until you asked.
Why should I ponder the bouquets of bygone days?
I have too much else to think about,
places to go, people to teach."

Ari looked at the tired girl
selling wild apples from a market booth.
"Here," said Ari as she fastened her flowers
to a post holding the awning over the table.
"You look like you could use something to brighten your day."
"Why, thank you," said the girl,
and gave her a bruised apple nobody was likely to buy.

They finished their business in the market
and resumed their journey,
walking down a road flanked by late summer flowers.
Ari sliced the apple for them to share,
cutting away the bad parts and flicking them aside.
"Where will we go next?" she asked.
"Wherever we are needed," Shahana replied.

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