CREEK ROAD GANG
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The Bride Wore Sneakers
A PoemLynn Ciesielski
copyright 2010
The Bride Wore Sneakers
Mom and I held each other up
like two drunks
giddy with anticipation
of the day’s events.
My feet were bound
in glittering shoes
like a ballet dancer,
Mom’s knees were bound
for replacement.
When I got to the bottom of the hill
a tear like a tiny crystal formed
in the corner of Nick’s eye.
My man’s voice caught in his throat
when he told me he’d always hold me
like the pink orchids in my hair.
The violin rose over the ripple
of rushing water that dribbled
like dry grains of rice along
a steep rock face.
A cloudy mist formed around the falls
on this warm day.
Judge Volition voiced from her script
the syllables that say we want to wed.
I tensed my toes when she asked,
“Does anyone wish to object?”
The rest was easy to pledge. A lifetime
of precious promises must be better
than the year of worry I just endured.
At our picnic area, I switched
into sneakers
that looked like
I wore them since adolescence.
We posed for pictures on the playground.
Then I played musical chairs in my tiered
mocha gown.
Biographical Note for Lynn Ciesielski: My background is in special education. I have an MS from SUNY College at Buffalo and I taught in city schools for eighteen years. I retired from my career a little over a year ago. Now I spend most of my time enjoying my family, volunteering, and writing and performing poetry. I have been published in Nomad's Choir, Blue Collar Review and SpeedPoet's Zine among others. See Author Index for Poetry for other works by Lynn Ciesielski.
Mom and I held each other up
like two drunks
giddy with anticipation
of the day’s events.
My feet were bound
in glittering shoes
like a ballet dancer,
Mom’s knees were bound
for replacement.
When I got to the bottom of the hill
a tear like a tiny crystal formed
in the corner of Nick’s eye.
My man’s voice caught in his throat
when he told me he’d always hold me
like the pink orchids in my hair.
The violin rose over the ripple
of rushing water that dribbled
like dry grains of rice along
a steep rock face.
A cloudy mist formed around the falls
on this warm day.
Judge Volition voiced from her script
the syllables that say we want to wed.
I tensed my toes when she asked,
“Does anyone wish to object?”
The rest was easy to pledge. A lifetime
of precious promises must be better
than the year of worry I just endured.
At our picnic area, I switched
into sneakers
that looked like
I wore them since adolescence.
We posed for pictures on the playground.
Then I played musical chairs in my tiered
mocha gown.
Biographical Note for Lynn Ciesielski: My background is in special education. I have an MS from SUNY College at Buffalo and I taught in city schools for eighteen years. I retired from my career a little over a year ago. Now I spend most of my time enjoying my family, volunteering, and writing and performing poetry. I have been published in Nomad's Choir, Blue Collar Review and SpeedPoet's Zine among others. See Author Index for Poetry for other works by Lynn Ciesielski.
