Sabbath Bride By Sy Roth
Welcome Sabbath bride
Doors are open for you.
Yet, he could not avert his eyes.
Instead he bowed low
The wind whistle through her vestment.
Queenly strutting his streets
She passed by–
She not stooping to acknowledge him.
Enveloped in her presence–
Her shroud of confidence
Her arms akimbo,
Face bereft of recognition of him,
A specter swathed in dazzling light.
Their shadows melded.
His, swiping the ground at her feet,
Hers, an elongated, tapered apparition,
A knifelike doppelgänger stretched out like a litter
Held him in thrall,
He could not snatch his shadow from her presence,
A phantom, liquid-quicksilver
Shimmering on the sidewalk.
She would soon swoop to the netherworld
From which she emerged
Leaving behind only her aroma
To inhabit him for an eternity.
©2019 Sy Roth
Original photography by Robert Sundheimer with his permission
Sy Roth is a retired school administrator who has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.