Masked Bride

Once upon a time there was a creative
little girl who played with her boy and girl dolls
making stories of love and romance
where the boy doll chased the girl doll
and wooed her through his strength
and focus on her and they ended up married.

As a child she could see her fathers love
of her mother with fervour and attention
Her parents love was dynamic and alive
Passion and tenderness defined their attraction
She dreamed she would find such a knight
as her father with masculine beauty who
would fight to win and keep her heart

As a teenager this girl of imagination and vision
would ride her horse with her black western hat
with hair flying in the wind and create stories
of how the west was won
of how her romance began
A strong woman of the land, with a tender soul
would finally through struggle and hardship and misunderstanding
find a cowboy who could find her heart and keep it safe.

But in real life her white knight, her father
was followed by the black knight
and the girl saw her mother disintegrate
and undermined.
Her dream disrupted
Her ideas ruptured
Her life a nightmare
Fighting to keep her young life alive
Struggling to survive
To define who she was from 10 onwards.

So as a young woman
through the flood of attention
came a kind knight that with confidence
and honour claimed and won her heart
His kindness seduced her and she became his bride.
On that rosy day of pink she kissed his lips
and she took his hand and they wed.

Now in most fairy tales that is where the story ends
and they live happy ever after but not for this young woman.

Her knight stayed for six years
and then he left
Leaving the princess without a prince
Leaving the lady without her knight
She covered her beautiful face with a mask
because she thought her first knight was her last.

Vulnerable, raw she tripped and she fell into the abyss of emotional pain
She studied, she hurt, she stayed lonely
She healed and faced her wounds
She started to mend but her masked stayed on
She dated and she waited for another knight to come
But he didn’t just men.

Then one day when she wasn’t looking
a knight arrived…a king among men
And he looked her way and through her
mask he saw her eyes, he acknowledged her heart
He saw her without distraction
and he listened to her words
and caught glimpses of her soul
and he knew that she would be his bride.

She accepted his hand but
this time her second, she would
wear her mask for protection
because her heart had been broken
Behind her mask she was soft and beautiful but
too fragile and vulnerable to risk it all.

So the day of the wedding arrived
and her knight stood before her on his
white horse and he smiled.
In her mask with her inner child by her side,
she saw something she had never seen before:
A man who could see her and hear her story.
A man who could look at her and
be present with her whole being.
He could breathe her and see her scars and hold her
and he was proud of the woman she was, she had become.
She could feel his love through her mask
and a tear slid down her cheek.

So the masked bride rode her black horse down the isle
and stood beside him.
He looked through her mask and
saw her tear stained eyes.
He removed the mask
and finally after all these years
she stood naked and exposed.
She looked up at him and he took her hand
and lifted her fingers to his lips and said:
‘My darling I am here, I see you and I will
never leave you.’
She smiled as a tear scudded down her cheek.
‘Yes I know and I believe you’
She dropped her mask on the ground.
And she kissed him.

The End

By Anthea Slade 25-10-09

Currently unavailable for purchase

Masked Bride was inspired by Reynaldo’s beautiful painting Bride and Flower Girl

Masked Bride was written on the 25 Oct 09

Creating art and writing is like breathing to me, it keeps me alive. If I stop creating my world shrinks and contracts. When I start to create again it expands and is filled with colour. I feel whole. To create is to be completely, unabashedly alive.

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  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladealmost 5 years ago

    My fairytale Poem Masked Bride was inspired by Reynaldo’s Beautiful Painting Bride and Flower Girl and is part of our Our Tribute to Womanhood Collaboration

    Bride and Flower Girl by Reynaldo

  • Rhinovangogh
    Rhinovangoghalmost 5 years ago


  • Thank you so very much Rhino.

    – Anthea Slade

  • Renate  Dartois
    Renate Dartoisalmost 5 years ago

    Fantastic poetry again dear Anthea-wonderful that after heartbreak and disappointment true love at last found her.

  • Renate thank you so very much for lovely words.

    – Anthea Slade

  • Reynaldo
    Reynaldoalmost 5 years ago

    My dear partner Anthea this is by far your best work to date. The way you can weave sight, sound and imagination into your work is awesome. you are not only witty and sensitive, and a beautiful woman, but a real wordsmith and I am honoured to work with you and call you partner. xxx dear Anthea

  • Oh Rey thank you so very much for this beautiful comment and the way you described Masked Bride was very poetic. Thank you so much for painting such a beautiful and touching painting that inspired my poem dear Rey. xxx

    – Anthea Slade

  • umbra
    umbraalmost 5 years ago

    a fairytale for the modern tribe…lovely….

  • Thank you erich. I love how you describe my fairytale.

    – Anthea Slade

  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladealmost 5 years ago

    Lace thank you for favouriting Masked Bride.

  • JaneSolomon1
    JaneSolomon1over 4 years ago

    Beautiful story and painting Anthea. xx

  • RaOrEmraeh
    RaOrEmraehover 4 years ago

    Gorgeous story and art

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