My Attempt At Poetry. . .

Today I am trying my hand at writing a response to one of Kat's (over at Mama's Losin' It) writing prompts. Of her four prompt ideas I chose:

#3-- Weave a poem that contains all these lines (in no particular order): "I tie the ribbon in a foolish way", "the delicious fragility of this travesty", "where we still laugh and wish".

A little background: Historically, Celtic weddings involved tying ribbons about the wrist that symbolized promises and vows made to one another. Hence the term "tying the knot."

A Marriage of Convenience

The sun glistens upon the alter and glows upon my gown,
The illusion of innocence and hope.
I stop before my groom.
A smile plays about my lips, within my heart a frown.
Like a rainbow to the future, the ribbons are offered—
Green. Material Possessions.
An indelicate snort for the reality of the one sided surrender it represents.
Yellow. Intellectual Exchanges.
All lost on the man becoming ever more tightly bound to me.
Red. Passion.
My hand trembles. My resolve quakes. My will presses on.
Blue. Love.
I close my heart to the delicious fragility of this travesty. I want it to fail. I need it to live.
White. Spiritual Oneness.
Does it even exist? This moment erases all possibility.
Hastily I tie the ribbon, in a foolish way perhaps—before I can undo what I’ve come to do.
And we are bound—
By the wrist, with deceptively festive ribbons, and by the law.
My eyes dart across the pews, catching on the one man this marriage has saved me from.
And a glimmer of triumph returns. Not joy, not peace.
None of those foolish emotions from childhood,
Where we still laugh. . .and wish.