Insecure Bride

Written for:  Sunday Whirl #438

Words:  file, burn, sign, sugar, bell, bow, buzz, disguise, style, cloth, channel, sign, fly

Mama there’s a fly
buzzing ’round my head.
Do you think it’s a sign
that my bridegroom has fled?

If so, I hope he is channeled
toward bad luck and misery.
Oh, there’s the bell,
I hope he truly loves me.

I am trying to disguise
my fear burning within.
I have pockets of paranoia filed.
I hope my sugar will bow, and grin

at my old-fashioned ways,
the style of my clothing.
Will he be glad to spend his days
with me, Mama–Do you think so?

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Insecure Bride

  1. jaerose37 says:

    This one flowed like a song…i love how you end with a question too


  2. a carefully crafted story.

    we do enjoy some buzz.


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