Throughout her Ages
Wedding day, a bouquet tied with silk
faces in the crowd she crushes it
a bright beginning, bells tolling.
Twenty-first birthday, another bouquet
tied with green twine from the garden
too many spaces and ethereal faces.
Their silver day, a lavish bouquet
tied with bloody barbed wire
coupled with a card, the name not her own.
Too many spaces and ethereal faces
a cloying bouquet tied with clarity
and dirty petals long blown underfoot.
Oh dramatic and exciting reading, WOW! Very creative and done so well too Linton. Love it.
Thanks Pete. Nap time methinks. Can’t stand the excitement.
hahah right. I know how you feel actually.
I’m out of breath here. The bouquet tied with silk, bloody barbed wire, and clarity – wow.