Camille Mae Poet Rhyme

Black Wedding

The sun lights ablaze the insides of the church

And colours the aisle for a girl to waltz down

Clutching a carved dress sashaying over stone 

She reaches the end and is dropped to the ground



Her girl hands to her a tarnished black bouquet

Of damp chrysanthemums and roughly cut hay

And weeps on her dress, hoping that she will say

“I’m here now my sweet, so put those tears away”



She sits there in silence as the pastor stands

And pulled to the side are her daughter’s pale hands

 He blesses the dress, and each last tear is shed

And prayers reach the ears of each bowed down head



Each eye minds her shell when at last she stands up

And pictures her dancing, might that be enough!

But strapped in her dress she is forced to behave

Tucked under the wood as she walks to her grave

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