2010/06/02 Sun’s Bride Poem by Margaret Alice

the kitchen amplifies its power as sun
gilds wooden cupboards with a patch of
gold, ice-cold tiles acquire a warming
balm but feet still bare beware, cold is
yet intense, left my bed to find its warmth
and stand refreshed, my heart rejoicing,
white wall tiles softly glow

the sun, my constant lover, ever faithful,
loyally returns - laughter brimming in his
brilliant eyes though clouds obscure him
for too long, he knows he’ll overcome –
I ADORE the sun, I’m Mayan by consent
they worshipped him like me

though I will not tear out hearts beating
from living victims as they would have
done, we share the same fascination of
sunshine and delight in the sun’s velvet
touch, I wish I could stay here forever
dream of being the sun’s beloved bride....