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 
Time and tide sold her down the river.Nice circularity going on in this poem.
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Like a literary ouroboros, isn’t it. 😉
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Thank you guys for visiting when I was in the hospital…i love you guys
Sheldon Yoursly
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We hope everything is going well for you, Sheldon. Thank you for visiting with us!
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Images roll down, bursting into emotions till the end of this film. Beautiful!
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And a beautiful comment, Daniela. Thank you so much for visiting!
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Great description & visuals
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Totes! Thank you for reading! 😉
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This is really good.
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Thanks so much for your support, M!
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I shivered as I came to the end
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It has that effect, doesn’t it! 🙂
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I really like this poem.
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Thanks so much for telling us so! And for reading!
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Sorry, I meant lovely put down in words.
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We totally knew what you meant. Thanks so much, Marta! 😀
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You are very kindly welcome.
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Beautifully written, Tetiana. The dark images with the fantastic elements of the black river and the white nimphea are lovely put on in words, beautifully dark and musical with perfect rhymes. Loved it!
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I agree, Marta. She’s excelled herself here!
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Tati, you always inspire me to darkness.
Blackness
Blackness takes on love’s ardor
Dark marriages make way for murder
Remove the organs of future life
Make mockery of husband and wife
Sullen vows rend the smoky air
What is incense to an evil stare
Where is the groom to this gloom?
What can goodness do to doom?
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Ooh! I reckon she’s going to like this!
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