
Yellow tears glow tall,
wavering with the shift and creak of flaking wood,
the slow beat steps,
the silken rustle and gauzen sweep.
Stroking shadows flutter,
fissures reach along each chapel wall
and sprawl,
pastel fades from chic to chic.
Shush, no clamour here for refuge,
but soft spoke vows and ancient promises.
Custom-made, we smile,
to always and forever.
Inspired by Susie Clevenger’s picture prompt at The Sunday Muse Blogspot(http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/) and a wedding I attended at the Asylum Chapel in Peckham. The venue was bombed in WW II and its distressed appearance gives it a gothic romanticism.