wedding – The BeZine

I wait until I hear a gate latch lift

the turn of key in lock.

I sit amongst toys and unwashed clothes,

I sit and she fingers the beads until you speak

in a voice that no longer seems familiar, only strange.

I turn as our child tugs at the string.

I hear a snap and a sound like falling rain.

The Albatross, Kate Bass, The Pasta Maker

HEARTS UNDER LOCK AND KEY

Jamie Dedes

I really wanted

to speak to you of this:

the love I had wild

and so long ago

that now it’s dry

parched like a river

Once it was a love moist

as a green spring rain

delicate as snow

prolific as a poet

I gave you my love

a sweetly tender thing

a well-written poem

on twenty-pound linen

You handed love back

wrinkled and torn

and nicotine stained

smelling of whiskey

I handed you love

on our white wedding day

when you kept your heart

under lock and key

and your eyes wouldn’t

seek mine at the rail

I gave love to you

in the palms of our child

you brushed his sweet face

and flew away to

lose yourself in a

gold land with gold girls

Now I too keep my heart

safe under lock and key

and heavy the lock is

closed so tight with rust

and no hope in sight

no hope wanted

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