poem: RUNAWAY GROOM

She stood, still
Graceful,

Like a statue
Of the Virgin Mary

Immaculateness,
Bestowed upon her
By the flawlessness
Of her wedding gown

A drop of hot tear
Rolling down
Her delicate cheek
Belies the calmness
Her stillness suggests

The clock ticks

But he’s gone
With another
A runaway groom
Abandoning her
To multitude of expectant
Pairs of eyes
On her wedding day

Her legs wobbled
Perhaps unable to support anymore
The burden swelling up
In her broken heart

Ere comforting hands could
Reach her
Like a log
She slump


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