Poem – August Epithalamion

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…

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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.

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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.

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Later there was O’ Henry peach pie while

sunflowers nodded sociably over champagne,

whispering fairy tales to the meadowlarks at dusk.

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Night brought rain and the sweet relief of

shadows dancing over white lace puddles

to the sound of crickets behind the barn.

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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.

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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!