The Bride

In gossamer veil and cobweb-fine
gown, she floats through confetti snow-
fall, melting smile bright with love.
Champagne corks pop and my
bursting heart over-
flows with joy on
our daughter’s

© Moira Ashley
Author’s note: this was an exercise in writing a poem with gradually decreasing syllables, from 9 to one
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