The Queen of Brides

My heart rang with rumours of fountain and ice, while the girls of summer, with ribbons around their wrists; butterflies in their throats, held roses in their hands and with

A desire to cry forged an invasion of absence. Upon the white hills where a mass of kisses

Filled the air; grooms of distant brides gathered in fruit of days, with nothing but the shawl

Of their limbs.

One afternoon, when the sun was low the queen of brides was shouting from the bed of the moon.

‘’I am your queen! I am your queen!’’ and the crowds who danced between skull and eye jeered;

And shouted back ‘’ O queen of brides, fall to earth! We beg you!’’

The queen blew a kiss like a winter wind

And the people trembled and placed their hearts

Under the flowerbeds of their eyes.

O do not remove the moon from its sky;

O queen of brides, sing from the balcony of your house!

The night is full of promises!

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This is a very imaginative piece; with vivid images of roses, butterflies, masses of kisses in the wake of weddings to be; all happy until the Queen of Brides takes the throne and threatens to remove the moon from the sky, and frightens all the brides... they beg her to come to her balcony and speak of all the promises to come....the question is, does she ever come?
Best, B