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The Marriage

Her, with her white-veiled smile, looking up at me. Him, with his unlikely carnation. Shifty eyed. The football-shirted pageboy, flanked by two pink princesses, sulkily kicks an invisible ball The mum and dad wouldn’t come. Too young, they said through tearful, pleading eyes. I pray to god to bless this union, Though secretly my heart despairs. Friends cheer as they briefly kiss Back down the aisle in the meringue inspired, empire-line dress To the waiting limosine, Back to the waiting council house clothes, and the soon-to-be occupied nursery. To the terraces of silent acceptance. Five kids and many beatings later, before she’s even 30, I’ll see her again in white robes. Nicotine stained fingers betraying her killer as surely as any pathology could Friends sigh, and turn their faces, as she glides away

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 12/26/2014 11:55:00 PM
KAYE, Congratulations -- This is a great way to end and start the new year, having your poem featured on the soups front page. Hope your Christmas was a merry one! Always & Forever ~LINDA~
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Date: 12/23/2014 3:12:00 AM
Very interesting the penning.Regards dear poet Kaye. -Safa
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Kaye Locke
Date: 12/23/2014 11:39:00 AM
Thank you for taking the time to read it Safa!
Date: 2/18/2010 6:33:00 PM
Wow, this is a powerful description of young people who wed in haste and for the wrong reasons. I know some couples who have gone down simiilar paths. It's heartbreaking. Excellent writing, Kaye, and welcome to Poetry Soup! Best Wishes, Carolyn
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