Prologue
In
this series of limerick poems, I look through the stages of Wilhelmina’s life up
to the point where a mysterious man consummates his love with another woman. I
especially found where Wilhelmina acquiesces that she favors to be called
William very interesting. From that
hint, I postulated that Wilhelmina was ‘by fate’ to be a man disguised in a
body of woman and that William was her other half. I believe this is why she
risked to go to battlefields and serve like other male combatants. Wilhelmina
also tells that she was more drawn to male counterparts than being feminine and
follow society’s image of woman. The last journey to the island I concentrate
on how the island seems familiar to her, which indicates that this is the place
where she finds her other-self. In the end, I think it was her faith to find
William but cost her life.
Wilhelmina
finds William
To
a woman who dared, risked, struggled self:
In
search of other-half;
If
only Wilhelmina had found William before too long,
Wilhelmina done no wrong
Except
for admitting and being herself
Still
in the midst of prejudice and deriding
Sickened
of distasteful, of doubtful feeling
Wilhelmina
“must continue blaze a lone trail danger;
Through
and by the difficulties of her nature” (Hall, 241)
Wilhelmina,
Wilhelmina why so trying?
Thou
can enjoy life as much as Sarah and Fanny
Full
of enjoy and delight as like shining sunny
But
Either Sarah or Fanny cant
What you want is different what they want;
Becoming
a man with strength others find funny
Tired
with all these, to journeys
To
William Wilhelmina departs
As
Far as eyes could see,
As
high as sun hold thee
To William Wilhelmina departs
Away Away Wilhelmina into the fears;
Valor succumbed to bloody shells
With Her stout feet within trenches
Wilhelmina vehemently searches,
Underneath unrelenting throbs
Shells flying over shaken grounds
Brought upon fire she lives;
Embraced by her great sense of keen,
As
a new character of man seen
William fights on and survives
So body and her hair wanes,
Her soul ever brighter burns.
Can she forget the spirit breathing
Within her mind and body dying?
From ashes arise new desires
Seen once her desires once heard in a
strange place,
Deep within her own abated face
She is in need of escape again
Till time will help her regain
So she follows a lonely trace
An island standing against the tides of
waves;
Surrounded by tranquility of nature
gazes
At her with utmost serenity and security
Is this what she has been missing?: a
unity,
Of desolation and sentiment she craves
Odd unknown distant to her memories
Engulf her with akin sense of stories
She may or rather have already been this
island.
Nothing more familiar than facade of the
island,
Like Her dreams, her fear and hopes
In the vast reflection of sun against
ocean
She lays unconsciously into deep sleep
motion
A man, an energetic and stout man watching
As she hurls rocks into abyss falling
He that stands beside her with emotion
His presence with his mysterious mate
Soon make unexpected love await
Before the eyes of beholder, a man
Inside of the love with a woman
Wilhelmina
finds William by turn of fate
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