Wedding day
With no one there to give the girl away
Watch the aisles and waste away
His side full
And her side
…
..
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Blank
She stands so tall her frame so frank
And he loves her courtly wayward gait
His face aflood with sensing fate
He waits
Inside she buries jars and crates
Among the folding crispy crepe
In the room she’d lain awake
Each name given her forsake
The aisles are tundra’s shorn in lace
Wedding day
The dress smolders over youthful skin
A color colder could not make her dim
Yet in her heart she hides a whim
The girl looks on and finds no balm
Outside has reached a smiling calm
Inside buries jars and crates
Among the folding crispy crepe
falsity awaits
Wedding day
This is by far my favorite - best use of language, best topic that really goes through a cycle of imagery, and excellent rhythm. I have no idea how to do rhythm!
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