On an autumn morning, with bright-colored cheeks,
She walks down the aisle of her life.
Her future stands at his side as his wife.
The circle of life begins as the priest speaks.
As her veil lifted by hands that she knows,
The familiar flutter in her heart beats fast.
The gentle blue eyes of her husband slows,
As words of enduring love is asked.
Joyful music of celebration swirls around.
The dance of binding sways.
Molding two into one in a blaze.
The couple begins their life together bound.
Until their death and they are in the ground.
20 Lines or Less posted the challenge of writing a Rondel Poem, and I thought I would give it a try. I used the theme of a wedding because that is what is currently on my mind. My son is getting married in October and the wedding preparations are being made as I write. Only a few more weeks to go and there will be a wedding of two souls.
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows:
ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
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