THE   BRIDE

She was utterly radiant.
Her beauty was luminescent.

Blushed oyster silk,
With cheeks to match.
Carrying flowers
That stole the sky.

Summer was the day
And small maids carried baskets,
Scattering petals in her wake.

Tears flowed
Smiles glistened
And the vicar stood sternly.

She vowed to promise her life to this man
Until death would part them
As ring he slipped upon her finger.

Mother cried
Father sighed
And bells rang out jubilantly.