Stillborn dreams
Broken shadows,
Lay scattered
On the floor.
A moth-eaten flame frayed
Wedding dress,
Hangs behind
The cobwebbed door.
The wedding cake
Long nibbled
By well contended
Mice –
Fattened up on icing,
And celebratory rice.
Just one shoe
Left unattended,
Has spattered stains
Of tears;
The hobbled footprints
In the dust
Mark all the angry
Years.
Rust welded Satis shutters,
Guard the secrets
Of this room.
Where the ghosts
Are still forbidden,
To mention,( Compeyson –
The absent groom).
A poignantly evocative as well as deeply immersive work.
Thank you for your comments Louis
Deep and very interesting
Reena, thank you for your comment…I have looked at your page and you write so much beautiful words….I am not really a poet, just a dreamer.
heart wrenchingly poignant
thank you kindly santosh
There’s something haunting about this poem, the tone, the consclusiveness, the unsaid and the imagery. The first stanza is classic. Great writing!
Sana, thank you…I will admit it is a surprise to find a comment on this poem after so long a time. But thank you for your very beautiful and constructive comments.
I found it on list of top poems, obviously. 🙂 which it deserves. Welcome.
Sana I did not know such a list existed……..but I have see your blog which is so impressive…….I have no idea now to create these….but I have a friend in Paraguay (where I am returning soon) and she understands these things.