The Bride: Haunt of Thieves

Posted by ractrose on 29 May 2017 in Art, Poems

The Bride

The Bride


All that promised love

The slaughtering of her house perfection

Of its kind

His knowing her this way, exclusion, even language

Only famine, or delirium…newly colored

Then promise was this sheer ravine

That forbade crossing

But by inches

It must be

Toe by toe


One moved or died

Still in shocked faces

Icicles, leaves glacéed in water

Sad lips smiling letters

Making by suggestion words

All these, in powdering vines or

Scuds his boots made in the loam and slime

All intimate, all theirs between them

He and the bride he hadn’t known


The Bride

Her Stay





(copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster)


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The Bride


The Culture: Prurience



High-pitched and shrill

Take notice, be alert

Be furtive, surreptitious

Come out of your hiding place


Make overtures, besiege, beset, bedevil

You bear a close resemblance

Today’s project

Is your own desire


You feel an unreasonable emotion

An unwanted preoccupation

Akin to stealing

You play a traveling game of pursuit

Sidling, confiding private matters


This intolerable passion

This disordered invention

This fulfilled wish

You have a political character

An organized policy

The power to sway

You’re inflamed, excited, fear-mongering, obsessed

Talk around, talk about

On the rooftops, in the hallways

Talk it over, talk it out

In the gutters and the alleyways

Eye-popping, nodding, hand-waving, humiliating

Slippery, oily, through side-doors and back-doors

Silence and darkness


Unyielding, unapologetic, intractable


You’re a victim

The unfair scrutiny

The world’s cruelty

The life blood

The backbone

The veins and arteries

The fortress stones

The den of righteousness

The good people



(copyright 2014 Stephanie Foster)






  1. Well written piece. 😎

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