Carol A. Stephen

Today we are to write a wedding poem, and it’s supposed to celebrate the wedding, I know. But I just wasn’t feeling quite that way:

Un-Epithalamium for an Unwedding

There could have been a wedding.
There was a certain meeting of the minds,
both living in worlds of word and rhyme,
a hum of language, clever tongue riffs.
We might have written our collaboration poem,

1893 wedding (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

a later-life unfolding, celebration and ceremony,
a song in the key of nurture and safe haven.

There could have been a wedding.
There were painted wooden roses,
two plain gold bands, the dress.
The list of guests was ready,
the invitations bought.
There could have been a wedding.
There was not.

Carol A. Stephen
April 3, 2012