Spain 1988

We joined the wedding procession
through the market square,
dow the wide streets,
onto cobbled road
overhung with blazing vines.

Just that morning we had arrived
traversing along with the early flowers
little thought of dancing
in this, a prancing love parade
holding hands in a mirrored facade.

I felt sorry for her tight white laced bodice,
hair, pulled and piled, styled beneath a veil,
kitten heels, pulled along
jostled by the celebrating throng.

As so we danced at her wedding,
guests welcomed with a smile
while high up on the hills
a procession of mourners
helped to lay the loved bones to bed.

All or nothing, as a village chimes
like blooms that open in the sunlight
we alighted, adorning hearts,
festooning hair with blooms
as so soon, the images can change.

I held each hand, as circling we danced
each petal of the flowers
became a montage,
blooms for the living,
arrangements for the long loved ones lost.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-08-11 at 19:19

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful to read and envisage.
2015-08-17


shells
I enjoyed the passage of observations and comparisons, beautifully done. The last two stanzas are sublime, especially "all or nothing, as a village chimes."
2015-08-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is nice, Elle. You've made an interesting observation: flowers are used to signify both beginnings and ends.
2015-08-13


Ivan R
A treat to the eye, a joy for the soul this poem is*
2015-08-12


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a lovely poem, and so well described that i feel that i was there, feeling the sensations, hearing the sounds, seeing the sights, that you felt at the time.
2015-08-11