Today I am going to share with you a poem that is extremely out of context. Out of context because a.) it’s set in August (which is now in the rear view mirror) and b.) it’s about a wedding (and I haven’t been to one of those in about three years). However, I really like it, and I wanted to share it with you all, and that’s reason enough for me! 😀
In case you are wondering what the heck an epithalamion is, I’ve got you covered. (or rather dictionary.com does) It’s a “song or poem in honour of a bride and bridegroom.” I was tasked with writing one for my poetry class, and this is the result…
She became his in the heat of trembling summer,
when the water pooled silently beneath the willows
and the air was full of lazy, yellow butterflies.
The old church was filled with lilacs and honeybees
that wandered in and out, bumping against the stained
glass windows and asking questions to the minister.
Later there was O’ Henry peach pie while
sunflowers nodded sociably over champagne,
whispering fairy tales to the meadowlarks at dusk.
Night brought rain and the sweet relief of
shadows dancing over white lace puddles
to the sound of crickets behind the barn.
Stars poked dim heads from behind sleeping hills.
They laughed at each other in the small of the morning,
fingers tangled together like sweet, sweet honeysuckle.
Well that’s it for today! I hope your weekend is full of rest and quiet joyous moments that warm your heart. 🙂
I’d love to hear your thoughts on this poem in the comments!