I remember my bride
lowering her frail neck
during our Nuptial Mass,
as if her veil
was too great
a weight.
I like to imagine
her later saying, “My surname
has changed: I got
married.” And
lowering her blue eyes,
with shyness,
and the faintest blush of shame.
I like to see her
lower her head in prayer,
at our table,
answering strictly
to the rubric
in her turn.
And in bed I like to see her
capitulate, surrender,
and bow down
to my groin;
to prepare me
to impale her loins.
by Julian O’Dea
Posted by Butterfly Flower on January 13, 2013 at 5:49 pm
Awh, how sweet. 40+ [?] years later, and you can still write poems about your wedding night.
Posted by David Collard on January 13, 2013 at 5:54 pm
27th wedding anniversary next Friday, BF.
By the way, don’t assume all poems are strictly autobiographical.
Posted by Butterfly Flower on January 18, 2013 at 8:41 pm
Congrats on your anniversary!
Posted by David Collard on January 18, 2013 at 10:27 pm
Thank you, BF. We went out to dinner last night, although ironically it was with two other married couples, not on our own. Contemporaries of ours.
It was a weird day. One of the hottest ever in Eastern Australia. It reached 107 degrees Fahrenheit here in Canberra and a record 114 in Sydney. We spent a lot of time at dinner talking about bushfires.
Posted by Sis on January 14, 2013 at 3:35 pm
I have no idea how to comment on this one, but I liked it….speechless?
Posted by David Collard on January 14, 2013 at 8:39 pm
Thanks, Sis.
Speechless seems appropriate.
Posted by Svar on January 15, 2013 at 12:06 am
Don’t talk with your mouthfull, Sis.
Posted by Sis on January 15, 2013 at 1:07 am
We’re having spaghetti tonight.
Posted by Svar on January 15, 2013 at 3:23 am
With sausage and meatballs?
Posted by herbie31 on January 15, 2013 at 12:08 am
I’m not much into poetry, but this was good; and the sharp turn at the end caught me off guard.
Posted by David Collard on January 15, 2013 at 12:39 am
Thanks, herbie.
I was trying throughout to avoid a blasphemous turn.