On my Wedding-Night
I found my eyes sewn tight
Until I spoke dark sayings in your name.
Black-winged, I rose above the flames
That ate my Bridegroom whole.
It lightninged white and chilled.
Fired in nutmeg, aloes, and sweet myrrh
He was consumed.
I buried my face in the ashes
© 1976, Carin Perron
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