They’re her{e} we’re
seen no Th’ear{d}.
or something e.e. might
have tried.
She's with she’s bright carat.
The brides
to be. Destined for a life
of docile
steam-pressed hushes in
nouveau style,
caught on camera
trawling down
the
aisle.
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- tomas
- london
- written on reams of teller paper, snatched from without the stops and gaps of dead time and the bundles of daily work.
1 comment:
"Trawling down the Isle" this makes me think this is set in some local village near the sea, maybe the groom is a fisherman, or maybe he has been looking for brides for a while and now he has success. Anyroad nice poem, well done.
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