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The Dusk Is Like a Bridal Maid

By Rachel Heffington

The dusk is like a bridal maid:
The rose is mantled on her cheek,
A single shimmering diamond-star
Clings to her hair so dark and sleek.
Her skirt of azure gently rests
Within her modest golden hand;
Her veil of quiet darkness flows
After her hem has swept the land.

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James Fraser August 8, 2011 at 10:27 AM It's like viewing a scene of old Rachel. The Mid-West in particular. Fine short piece :)

Emma Mantle July 15, 2011 at 5:34 AM Have been enjoying reading your work. This is another beautiful piece, I love the imagery used here. Keep up the good work, best wishes Em :)

Judy Ball July 5, 2011 at 6:28 AM This is oh so elegant in it's simplicity. The phrases lovely and the imagery beautiful. From one to seven I give it a ten. listing it and you as a fave. God Bless, JB

Nette Onclaud July 5, 2011 at 6:18 AM oh, oh, rachel.. a radint personification of dusk that makes me " cling to her hair so dark and sleek.." lovely! :) huggs, nette