The bride
she was, with no pearls round her neck
Her dress
was but a milky white,
Her face
naked, without a veil
Warded off
the evil through the look in her eyes
Dark moons
circled them, like the night before
When she lay
restless, under the canopy of stars
Hoping they
were the sequins on her dress
Or may be diamonds
round her bare neck
At the
Church the wedding bells rang
In symphony,
songs of mirth the choir sang
When she
left, married to a man unknown
No flowers
to toss, or confetti in the air
Hailstones
showered from the heavens above
And laced
her delicate golden hair
Happiness
had arrived, & had made its presence felt
Even if it wouldn’t
be long, before it’d melt