a black river rolls its waters in state
past a dirty hut’s stoop and manor’s gate
a white nymphea on the satin river’s breast
eyes enthralled like a bride’s at a funeral fete
the young maiden stands on an old dam crest
folding a long wedding dress to her chest
a cold wind hugs her shoulders, her ideal mate
it whispers to her in feverous behest
a black river rolls its waters to the strait
aloof, indifferent, like the decrees of fate
the young maiden on the satin river’s breast
the hearse carries the bride to her wedding fete
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
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:_(
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Vivid, quietly shocking. Talented writing that engages the reader. You’re an imagist. Thank you. – will
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Thank you so much for reading Tati’s poem, Will. She will love your assessment of it!
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Dark and Lovely…lol… beautiful poem!
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Tati thanks you! 🙂
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Breathtakingly beautiful
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It really is, Kally. Thank you for visiting with us and reading Tati’s poem! 🙂
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