Bridal Falls

In this box of polished cedar I carry the woman who carried me. Defying the signs, I leave the path, break a pungent trail through fallen timber. Beneath the nurse log suckling twins, I sprinkle her into beckoning Ghostfingers, onto pallid Angel Wings. With the mist rising from Bride's veil, she vanishes into the tapestry of the grove.

I step through the falls into a shaft of light and return alone to the plain.

© jmb


Popular posts from this blog

Dry Lips Oughta Move To Kapuskasing

Gabrielle Roy's The Tin Flute

Only Drunks and Children Tell the Truth