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Wedding Days End… Day 25 #OctPoWriMo

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Through the floor,

Is a pathway

of tiny crimson petals

from spiky stems.

*

The last drip

of a warm sunset

burns still.

*
A smooth breeze

moves effortlessly

through the crowd,

who stand on freshly cut,

greenest grass

– eating stilettos –

kissing the cheeks

of guest & maid,

breathing through multicoloured

curls & waves,

over silly hats, & stroking

silk & sateen dresses.

*
A sky of blackening blue

& grey tinged with gold

falls leisurely

upon our shoulders,

carrying hidden stars

aching to sparkle.

*

A miasma of a

‘wine & beer,

‘cigar smoke & BBQ‘,

‘old perfume &  body odour’

cocktails,

stifle those still indoors.

It had been a long hot day.

Sounds from a time

when you & I were alone,

-before we found peace-

bellow from the hall,

where kids run & play,

tired and whiny.

*

Gifts still wrapped

beneath soiled tables,

each holding tight to secrets,

awaiting attention.

*

Expensive flowers

wilt, purpose served

alone in darkening corners.

While solo guests

sympathise,

drink too much

& dance alone, together

smiling tentatively.

*

An old married couple

with tales to tell

deliberate

talking with their eyes.

*

The parents

of the Happy Couple

cheer & cry,

shake numerous hands

thank & lie,

throughout.

*

The Bride and Groom

begin their lives

anew,

packing dreams

& hopes

& love &

head to their expensive

honeymoon.

*

Me and You,

wrapped in peace

look on,

holding hands,

nose to nose.

And we know…

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Word Prompt: Love

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6 thoughts on “Wedding Days End… Day 25 #OctPoWriMo

    • I sat at a wedding (and all weddings are pretty much the same) and collected a handful of images all of them contradictory – two sides to a coin and all that. And I thought, how appropriate: love and certainly longterm love; marriage, is a contradiction, and its about making those opposites work with each other, as apposed to against each other. It’s about seeing it and knowing it and accepting it, for what it is – Peace (even in the rows). So when the prompt said to talk of love, this is what happened. 🙂 To me, real love is not hearts and wilting flowers, its a bitter pill, which once swallowed, blossoms and permeate our souls with roots which will hopefully continue to grow, without strangling us 😀 X

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