THREE WORD WEDNESDAY
VEIL, OBEDIENT and MODIFY.
I came down the aisle in my veil of white
Hoping that everything would be all right.
I'd been having doubts for a week or two;
Hadn't been sure of what I should do.
A hint of aggression had marred his tone;
He'd been brusque when we were all alone.
It was as though I belonged to him!
Thoughts of the future became more grim.
His kisses still promised the same old passion,
But marred in an almost cruel fashion!
I tossed and turned, gnawing on my choices,
Hearing in my mind a dozen voices....
My mother ' But, darling, the dress is made!'
My Father 'Look at what I've already paid!'
My friends ' You're going to be filthy rich!'
My Aunt 'It's really too late to switch'.
My own voice added to the chorus
'Maybe things will work out for us.'
He turned and smiled as I came up the aisle,
But was it just a 'mouth-only' smile?
I went through the motions, trembling, shaking.
Was this an awful risk I was taking?
He'd insisted on that 'obedient' clause,
And I'd given-in to him because
After all, as a business man of standing,
He was bound to be quite demanding.
But, goaded, when it came to that word
(And I know that this will sound absurd)
I suddenly let-out a heartfelt cry!
From the depths of my heart I yelled 'Modify!'
The congregation, stiffened and stirred;
He blanched when he heard my daring word,
Blanched and clenched his teeth as well.
I picked up my skirts and ran like hell!
A 'Charles Dickens' approach here: