As she strolled across the meadows of heaven’s delight,
Her steps dancing to the song of trinkets shimmering bright,
She chanced on Cupid, in shining armour polished white
His body, a mesomorph, upright by the river’s gentle flow
His eyes sapphire, burning over the earth with mischief’s glow
His bow of bronze steady, an arrow of gold ready to take flight.
“How far, this time, will you shoot?” she asked
Her voice a gentle breeze
Her words echoing sweetly in summer’s ease.
“As far as this arrow of love can wander”, replied he
“As long as the heart of man can burn with desire
As deep as the mind of man can ponder and explore
For only in life can this arrow slumber and ignite the soul.”
With her eyes she saw and with her heart she envied
That the sculpture of wood and clay
With a life as brief as day
Had the freedom of cheer and merry
To live a love of both pleasure and pain
That glazed with a flame of hope and mercy,
A fancy to the gods so high and mighty
A longing for her soul hungry and thirsty.
Her mind resolved and bold,
Though by an arrow her life be controlled,
She would rather share the fate of the young and old.
Thus, she descended the ladder of gold
Her feet landing on earth’s dusty road,
And the heavens cried out in sorrow’s plight
For the loss of a princess to the mortal kind.
Composed by Tumwebaze Emily Mpora
Medical Student at Makerere University, Kampala
Email: emilytumwebazempora@gmail.com
