N.B: Aphrodite rebel is NOT the title of this piece..But I couldn’t possibly get this published without a title..
Here is the deal: If you read this piece, please drop a comment with a title you think would be perfect for it…My brain simply refused to come up with one.
Think of it as a Game…And yes the reader with the best title gets something in return…hahaha…
Trailing behind, You clothed in white.
Can’t help but tread on your train in spite.
Standing in forced solemnity behind you.
Flashing fake smiles when all I feel is gloom.
Presumptuous of you to think,
that I would be pretty dressed in Pink!
You exchange happy grins with the groom.
But I know he is headed for doom.
You gladly accept that gold ring
while I blanch at the thought it brings.
Swollen bellies and the pain of birthing.
It’s the short end of the straw you are getting.
After a year of marital bliss or two,
you would stop being his fantasy too.
But I sense the currents that pass between
and your love that glows from within.
Then I scream: Throw the damn bouquet!!
I want my own wedding Day!!…
If you enjoyed this poem, there is a second one from a guy’s POV, inspired by ‘The Foroom’s’ Mr Cassanova…hehehe you know him?..I will be posting that shortly..