Poetry

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By

Lisa Morris

For the “Bride”

Tell me, Bride, in gown of white

how you think your lover?

I can tell you what he is

underneath the covers.

Tell me, Bride, do you feel sweet

in your crown of roses?

I will tell you truths that he

never once discloses.

Yes, dear bride, for he was mine

long before you met him;

better fountain flows and love

embraced, and lit, and wet him.

He swore to me his faithfulness-

I, the first who loved him;

his vows were only so much dust

which whirled away above him.

He left me then to have his whore-

she today is honored;

dress her up in white and silk

truth is burnt and squandered.

Yes, you take him for your own

and call this union ‘holy,’

holiness, in broken vows?

Truths you will learn slowly.

Lisa Morris

Lisa Morris is a freeverse and formalist poet, nature explorer, artist and traveler. Formerly an agent for authors, she is now author of two books, “Your Love is Inconvenient and Sublime” available on Kindle, and “The Sorcerer and Other Poems” available through Rainfall Books. Lisa is married to surrealist Cliff Snell III.