BRIDESMAID REVISITED

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JOURNAL # 41

my eyes to this day still annoyingly roll
that is, whenever I care enough to recall
those hideous blue buckled shoes
not to mention
that dreadful dress too
think little Bo Peep meets Lash La Rue
lacy puffed cuffs
mantling the shoulders of
a civil war looking apron overlay
is this a wedding I wondered or
a house cleaning party
just add in some corset like feeling
under clothes
torturing a breathing body
to be predisposed
giving misery itself a new mailing
address
and any real comfort no place to go
just replace the buffet with troughs
and ten gallon chilli pots
and the whole ordeal could be written off
as a laughable Barbara Cartland meets
Louis L'amour underwritten by Andy Warhol
of course
Oh and spare the tossing of the bouquet
I'd rather be catching a flying taxi home instead
in fact as soon as humanly possible
so I can take off these ridiculous clothes
and promptly burn them
so happy trails Bridey and Groomie
now get out of my way this bad window
dressing I'm wearing needs to run into
some seriously high flames...........
(July 28, 2014 1050pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a collage of many memories I've had of weddings I've been to. I have never actually been a bridesmaid. I was asked on a few occasions but it was by cheap inviters who expected those they asked to pay for their dresses. I refused because I put myself in that person's place and If i was going to have a very fancy wedding and require expensive specific dresses for the participants I would not expect them to pay for such expensive gowns they would likely only wear that one time. I heard stories from other friends and witnessed bridesmaids in horrific outfits to say the least from the view of the audience and this poem came from those many varied memories. I hope you enjoy...........

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