The Poems of E.S. Spaulding

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Image Poem # 7 [Bride]

The diamond on her finger
Glints every time it hits the light
And yet she dresses
In the colors of mourning
And walks with her head cast down.
Posted by Lizzie Spaulding at 10:26 AM
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    • ▼  February (17)
      • A Sonnet
      • Nausea
      • A Poem About the Day of St. Valentine
      • After Amanda's Poem, "Flight"
      • Moving to Western New York
      • The Words The River-Merchant's Wife Said
      • Relationship Series #4
      • Vinyl [The Essence of Hipsterdom]
      • Image Poem # 8 [Rib Cage]
      • Image Poem # 7 [Bride]
      • Image Poem # 6 [Dear Detective]
      • Image Poem #5 [Snow in Lamplight]
      • Image Poem # 4 [Coffee]
      • Image Poem # 3 [Tank Cleaning]
      • Image Poem # 2 [Creases]
      • Image Poem # 1 [Old People on Benches]
      • Does It Annoy You
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