Pieter came upon Marta
Washing clothes
At the river,
He smiled
As he touched her,
His touch made her shiver.
He made her do things
She did not understand,
Then left her
Alone
At the edge of the sand.
Some weeks
Then passed by
Till she told Ama Kai
She was sick
Every morning
And did not know why.
Ama Kai then explained
In a voice
Soft and mild,
She told
Poor young Marta
She would soon have a child.
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Owain Glyn
