The Blossom Bride
In almond silk
she leans into her groom.
Her face lifts to his, rapt
with thatched cottages-
Cinderella wins the Prince.
The bridesmaid studies her bouquet
whilst the groomsman looks elsewhere.
They will eat from crystal
and silver dishes.
She'll be a Mrs, a mother, a lover.
Those prizes she never expected
open like sugar blossom
in her smile.
She is an almond queen,
and takes her throne today,
ever-after circled on her finger.
He's her candy-frosting man,
too sweet to run away.
she leans into her groom.
Her face lifts to his, rapt
with thatched cottages-
Cinderella wins the Prince.
The bridesmaid studies her bouquet
whilst the groomsman looks elsewhere.
They will eat from crystal
and silver dishes.
She'll be a Mrs, a mother, a lover.
Those prizes she never expected
open like sugar blossom
in her smile.
She is an almond queen,
and takes her throne today,
ever-after circled on her finger.
He's her candy-frosting man,
too sweet to run away.
posted by burning moon at 2:13 PM
2 Comments:
ooooohhh
Very tightly controlled piece this, you never take your eye off the metaphor *smile*
The bridesmaid studies her bouquet
whilst the groomsman looks elsewhere.
Totally love these two lines, the observational side track from the main poem is awesome, and slots in perfectly.
Thanks. I wrote this with one of my wedding photos in mind, so it's both a general observation plus a very personal poem at the same time.
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