The Ghost Brides of ShandongA Poem by David Lewis PagetWhen
the Gao Gao clan lost its favourite son In
a coal disaster in the mines of Shandong, He
could not be buried in the family plot For
he died unmarried, with his lifeline cut. So
they wept and they wailed for a cold ghost bride And
they searched in the village and the countryside For
a girl to carry his descendant line, But
the girls were rare, and there wasn’t much time. The
corpses of long dead buried are ‘dry’, Taken from the grave beneath a star filled sky, But
the clan insisted on a corpse that was ‘wet’, A
girl too recent to be dried out yet. A
farmer had bought himself a girl he could sell For
a true life marriage, but the girl wasn’t well, He
could get more money for a ghost, they said, So
he strangled the girl, and he sold her, dead. The
Gao Gao’s bought her and dressed her in red And
they laid her beside the son that was dead, They
carried out the ‘minghun’ ceremony That
would bind them together for eternity. Then
they both were buried in the family plot, And
the brother gave them both a son he had got Who
carried on the line distinct for the dead. So
the dead son’s spirit wouldn’t rise, it’s said. In
the Northern Provinces where coal holds sway In
Shaanxi, Shandong, and even Hebei, When
the miners die from a coalface fall There
are ghost brides buried who will marry them all. David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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