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Cancelled
by
Rusty Broadspear
The bride and groom leaned at an odd
angle
Full of sorrow and forlorn.
A dove parted from sticky roots and fell
The room, unused and worn.
Icing cracked, dry, turning brown
Tiers ready to fall like tears
Beaded decoration littered the table
Amongst untouched food and bottled beers.
Music waiting, but absent.
Laughter, happiness lurking, but hadn't arrived.
Dust on surfaces, floating in shafts of sunlight,
Expectancy dead, nothing survived.
The bride and groom tilted once more.
Trying to dance? Or trying to die?
A clock ticked and tocked
Indifferent, nonchalant, not asking why.
Insects batted windows
Sensing a feast beyond their grip.
Then the cake sadly tumbled
Sending the unwed couple into their final trip.
Amidst crumbs, fruit and brittle icing
Resting in their terminal destination.
Hand in hand, forever staring upwards,
Empty of thought or fascination.
A bowl of fruit topped with an orange
Teetered on the verge of collapse.
The orange fell, rolled silently, disturbing knives, forks and spoons,
Hitting the unwed couple and perhaps
Momentarily, shocking the scene into wakefulness.
But all remained as still as death.
This bright room was dulling with time.
With no kiss of life and no life giving breath.
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