White Wedding

The Citron Review

by Helen Chambers

Grey day; warm for the season. ‘If anyone knows any reason…’ intones the priest, hearing the palpable intake of breath. A breeze flutters the feathers, salmon-pink, of the bride’s mother’s hat. Her sneezes ricochet off the ancient church stones. A cough, an embarrassed giggle, a ripple stirs through the congregation. The bride’s father compresses his elastic face into a deeper frown. Fecund and sullen, the swelling bride clasps her groom’s sweaty hand, his ratty moustache too small for his upper lip. The bride’s mother cries harder into her hankie. Silence stretches to snapping point. The priest smiles.

Helen Chambers is a flash and short fiction writer who likes taking long walks seeking inspiration by the river where she lives in Essex, UK. She has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Essex, and is the 2018 Fish Short Story winner. She blogs at HelenChambersWriter.wordpress.com

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“Day6 – Moonrise” by Briyanna Hymms

Briyanna Hymms

Day6 – Moonrise

  1. Better Better,
       i liked you best;
       have you come up with an excuse for me?
  1. I Like You
       though i think we keep dancing
    in circles
  1. What Can I Do
       except stay in my routine?
    i’m not going to break my own comfort for you
  1. I’ll Remember
       all the missed moments,
    all the stolen stares
  1. Whatever!
       stop this, you’re leaving soon!
    he gave no hints anyways
  1. Be Lazy
       be cautious, be careless, be myself
       maybe the cycle will never break
  1. Hi Hello
       yes, it started this way
       you never asked me my name then
  1. I Loved You
       but perhaps its the same way i loved
    everyone who came into my heart
  1. When You Love Someone
       doesn’t it show in your eyes?
    i thought everyone could read mine
  1. All Alone
       in this sterile room
    i have so much space to think
  1. Pouring
       out all my thoughts onto graph paper
    i’m trying to reach a conclusion
  1. I Need Somebody
       i needed a body
    it would be unfair if i “loved” you
  1. I’ll Try
       to stop myself from going farther
    beyond just physical affection

 

 

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Note: Hymms’ poem relies on song titles from Day6’s album, Moonrise. For more on this strategy, view this blog-post:
https://poemsforthewriting.com/2017/01/04/musical-echoes-1/

 

“Fantôme” by Benjamin Teperov

Benjamin Teperov

Fantôme

Sometimes I stop, peering down the road and trying to make out shapes in the fog.
There is something hanging from the trees. Yellow eyes wide. Watching—
—“What are you?” I call out.
It grins wider, mocking me in my own voice
Ore no kanojo?” I echo, “Maybe I should bring a bouquet for you.”

I looked away, into the trees and the mist. If I went off the path for a little bit—
just a two-hour vacation—
what would I see there?
A mermaid, twisting through the grey air,
or jewelweeds twined together with their friends?
I could catch a midsummer shower,
run with the wolves in the wilderness,
follow them to the edge of the trees and peer into oblivion—
It might be the best day of my life.

I step forward onto the road, flowing cherry blossoms catching in my hair.

 

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Note: Teperov’s poem relies on song titles from Utada Ikaru’s album, Fantôme. For more on this writing prompt, view this blog-post:
https://poemsforthewriting.com/2017/01/04/musical-echoes-1/