This is the prompt for today: an epithalamium /ˌɛpɨθəˈleɪmiəm/ (Latin form of Greek ἐπιθαλάμιον epithalamion from ἐπί epi "upon," and θάλαμος thalamos nuptial chamber) is a poem written for the bride on the way to her marital chamber, a poem celebrating a wedding. 
Having nothing more to say, 
he scratches the shiny surface of parchment 
with a pen that scarcely allows ink to flow, 
his name stuck inside the barrel, 
waiting 
to leave a trail 
that joins him 
with her. 
The member of the wedding
in an event he alone effected; 
he, in his moment of fervor, 
words rolling down his throat 
to land on her surprised bosom, 
she whispered I do, I do, I do. 
Sweeping his hair past his blanketed eyes, 
he turns and sees one bride,
as he has never seen her before.
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How lovely is this ... both the idea and the poem; I'm so glad I made my way over here to read Jodi
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