She carries her mourning
gravely through the streets
her sombre blurred reflection
in a café picture window
mingles oddly with a laughing
hen night out.
................The bride-to-be
falls silent for a beat
as she sees her shadow pass.
Previously published on Concise Delight
3 comments:
Enjoyed this one. I like the idea of a bride and a widow being reflections of each other.
A shadow of the future. Like it.
Haunting, yet it is something that happens to many people out there.
I love the second stanza--very haiku-like.
Also, thank you for stopping by, Juliet! :)
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