Red bride stands at the alter
Her sheath dress in blood red
Slices the white of altar cloth
Like a bayonet slashes dead
Chapel bells ring in the valley
Children giggle, mother’s cry
Father’s stand frozenly silent
All he can do is wonder why
A piper played the last post
As a drummer beats the score
Red bride alone at the alter
Lost in the cracks in the floor
Red bride sheds liquid diamonds
Holding wilted roses in her hand
The sun glitters on a promise
She just will never understand
In her mind the organ plays
“I Love You truly”
Instead of “Amazing Grace”
Red bride frozen at the alter
Graveyard soil on silk and lace…
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Sheila
Hugs,
Anna
Your poem get inside the bone marrow and freezes it.
Well done!!!
Georg
chills of ice shiver upon me....
this is a beautiful haunting...
Love & Inspirations
Vickie
Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Regis
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS