poem-stitching

Shawn L. Bird

So long ago

sewing tiny pearl beads

around a gauzy net

to form a bridal halo

stitching dreams together.

Drops of blood

from pricked fingers

drip upon the silk flower crown

white for purity

red for courage

blood for

hope.

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Anniversary approaching.  You can see the veil in question on an older post here.

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