The Last Wedding

 

I was born at winter’s end

becoming accustomed with nesting cold

where fire was put out

I guarded the hearth cinders

every night

 

the groom came late like a snowfall

over the lake among willows

silvery fish bells were tolling

under thin ice near shores

 

a translucent bride with long arms

was running through me from heels to top

white butterflies from her train 

sticking unchastely on my skin

 

pay attention

said my godparents

if you grasp the earth in your arms

you shall be floating beyond words

even silence won’t matter anymore

it is better to let go of your solitary ring

from your inheritance

 

it was snowing for years on my left palm

lines were deepening

another iceberg moved on its way

like a cold kiss

sealed on the front

Reviews

[Marie]

Bride and groom...dancing in a snowy spring...

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

This is a sad poem...your comment is about happy people.

[Marie]

That's just the image it brought to my mind.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thanks, now I understand...you see the bright part of the image. Please excuse me, this was one of my saddest poems, or at least I tried...but I know that everyone has his/her own feelings.

[stardust X]

So beautiful and surreal...
I really liked it!

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you very much.