Beggar at the Feast
Once upon a time
Yet closer than two hearts touching
A king offered a place at his table
To the poorest of souls
Feast was set with fresh breads
Fragrant cuts of the best meat cooked slowly
Wine imported from every corner of the globe
She sat before him dressed in rags
Dirty face and tangled hair
His court laughed at her
The king did not care but told her to sit beside him
Scents of the feast intoxicated her senses
Her tiny stomach growled in hunger
Her dry lips cracked in thirst
His clear voice resonated in the great hall:
“Anything that you wish to eat or drink is yours alone,
Those of you who laughed shall dine last,
On scraps not fit for the dogs,
The meekest shall come first to sit by my side.”
She slowly ate and drank her fill
Until her stomach no longer ached
And her thirst was quenched.
He took her to be bathed,
Dressed her in the finest robes,
Had servants gently comb out her hair.
In a room filled with stars,
He pulled her towards him
And the two became one.
So what was broken was mended once again.
(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson