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Inspired by an item in a local paper about a bride who was in a car accident |
| COLD BRIDE she died on the way to her wedding by the light of a falling star over the edge of a clifftop ledge in her Daddy’s brand new car the guests, they wait why is she late can we cut the cake ? the groom waits on as petals fall from the crying flowers in the marriage hall tries another mobile call but she lies on the way to her wedding in her perfect bridal gown no one to mourn at the break of dawn dark water took her swiftly down the guests, they respond is the wedding still on ? watching the clock; now they’re all gone the groom in silence waits alone cold despair eats through his bones he’ll wait until he turns to stone but she died on the way to her wedding and waits just like the groom for someone to come, some anyone to release her from her tomb Caitlin Beveridge May 2009 |