Wedding The space between Us smells of lavender spice and Pots of shrimp paste Gaily tied round its rim with Lilac ribbon Attracting beetles and picnics. One dozen egg cake Sliced under a haze of peppermint mist Flavored with honeycomb Dropped onto a plate Alongside purple-grey in the Handle of a pie slicer. There are heels in the crowd Elevated by whispers of wine And the smell of earl grey Gay bonnets and schoolgirls Sautéed into plaid. Lusting eyelashes and red Devonshire lipstick On my mother’s tongue. She winks at your father His thighs so readily glazed with Gold into trophies of baseball stars. Molten glass glitters in the tulips In this toast to the stars Gathered in crescents on our lips Exploding in true love’s kiss.
Jaya Avendel lives in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, writing family into fantasy, beauty into chaos. Her writing has been published at Free Verse Revolution, Spillwords Press, and Visual Verse. She blogs at ninchronicles.wordpress.com