The Bride Wore Red
The image is from Flickr, posted by pareerica
The Bride in Red
She runs from the church. Overhead,
the birds gather. Through a break in the clouds
planes of light
play on her satin dress, her cloak.
There is a scent of poppies.
Somewhere the wedding party is waiting.
Does she run from the church?
We cannot see, the frame
zoomed in, cropped close.
She is running, or she has a strong green stem
in place of legs, rooted in the dark earth.
She is blooming. One red petal
slips from her shoulder like satin sheets
At her feet, fields of poppies
lie opened to the gathering black birds.
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1 comment:
I like the questions, the speculation..
rites of passage in a sandwiched
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