Anna of a Hundred Days

WOTD #61

       Ethereal gown

worn by the faerytale bride

  with death in her eyes.

 

     A beautiful smile

on her lovely, dying face,

     her heart in her eyes.

 

     Blossoms scent the air,

and the Chapel piled high

     creates a garden.

 

     Friends and family

are gathered to celebrate.

     They will wait to mourn.

 

    A delicate waif

in silk and lace, wisp of veil,

     floats to the altar.

 

    Joins her handsome groom.

Then, "with this ring, I thee wed,"

    and she is his wife.

 

     He loves her fiercely.

He prays for a miracle

     for his faery bride.

 

     Now we celebrate

the love they share together.

     And so death must wait.

 

    

Author's Note

Senryu Slayers

Just as dawn broke, on the hundred and first day oof thier marriage; Anna died in the arms of her husband. He has mourned her for more than twenty years

Reviews

[therisa]

Sigh, such devotion of love, can only exist, in the words of a Master poet. Such love isn't measured in how long we have with a lover, rather the depth of feeling for them. You have captured this beautifully.

[Pickleby Davies]

"Blossoms scent the air,
and the Chapel piled high
creates a garden."
I simply love this part. Amazingly deep and wonderfully done! I love it

[Undying Glory]

wow this was impressive writing and very deep and strong. i sure enjoyed this tremendous piece you have written here.
"He loves her fiercely.
He prays for a miracle
for his faery bride.

Now we celebrate
the love they share together.
And so death must wait."
now those were amazing words right there, they felt extremely deep to me. what a sad story you have here. great work!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

beautifully done!~

[Miss Coral]

Wonderful piece, especially when in senyru form- sequences like this aren't always easy to pull off, but you did wonderfully. Great job. :)

-Coral-

Anna of a hundred syllables (give or take 30ish lol). Beautifully done.