Prayers to a Marriage

Stiletto countryside,
the spires piercing
blue ground, templar knights
on ghost horses rankling, swash-
buckled.  Hurriedly they
hushed it. That

elopement cost the cities of kings
but Murray was unmoved, given the obstinate petitions.
Leaking seaward with the westerlies,
evaporation commenced along the salt trail
the others had walked.

The graceless untraced trespasses against us,
the uncrossed lines —

each candle, placed one to a side, now gently
moved
apart.

We watch starling masses, cluckering, depart
enmasse, whorled
pinwheels to the wind, in a brief
shower of shadows and prayer
for a day so long.

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About David

Prone to musing and to being prone. Father to two, writer, engineer.
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