A Trio of Whiteness

Written by: Andrea Dietrich

The One Lilies were lifting white faces up to the sun. I gazed up at him as he leaned down to kiss me. . . He - a white knight - was the one. White - A Love Story White was the blanket on which we lay under the clouds of that warm April day. White were the lilies perfuming the air. How happy was I - my white knight was there. Summer arrived; on sand gleaming white we lay in the sun and kissed until night. White was the gold of the ring that I wore and bright like the love of the one I adored. White was the dress I carefully chose for our special day, and white was the rose he placed on our bed, its sheets - white as milk - were smooth like his skin and woven in silk. White was the snow our first Christmas day before all the whiteness got swept away! In the dark casket, his face seemed so pale as I bent to kiss my true love farewell. At My White Knight’s Grave into stone cold ground his black casket was lowered. . . snow fell all around tanka/rhyme/senryu Inspired by Anthony Slauson's Whiteness Poetry Contest