Wedding Crasher

This piece is written inspired by Autumn’s arrival. I wrote Autumn as the bride, and I am the jealous wedding crasher.

The church bell rings
My heart skips a beat

The vision of you
in all your splendour
turns my blushing cheeks
into specks of dirt
beneath your feet
for flower girls to sit on
around the hem
of your bridal gown

I cannot bear the sight
of your groom
takes your hand
and the glow
reflected off of his eyes

I swear
I want to be the blizzard
to blow off your wedding
and kidnap you
into my avalanche
of love

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa

8 thoughts on “Wedding Crasher”

I love your clever use of the weather metaphor! Also good to share the experience of autumn down here in the south!

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Cassa Bassa says:

Apr 11, 2021 at 10:29 pm

Thanks Chris! I took the photo of the leaves on a footpath, they just turned colours today in Canberra. Sydney is still very green..

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The oak leaves are all brown and crispy on the ground in our back yard, although there are still so many green ones on the tree. It’s taking all my time to scoop them out of the pond.

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