My Wedding, by Melinda Giordano

The ring of bone polished by the ocean
A rough sculptured work
Was balanced on wreckage
Of kelp and wood
Verdant with the opaque scents
Of brinish decay

With a center round and musical
It once rang like a bell
Spinning through the water
Its dappled world
Faceted in turquoise and gold
But now quite silent

It was colored like froth and ivory
Pale as a ship’s sails
Full-voiced and billowing
With the ocean’s edicts
Cut by the whim of the sea
And the fist of the tide

Its alchemy was made of salt
And the breath of fishes
With riggings as tangled as corsets
And it’s flower’s core
Was an architectural heart
That curled like a rosette

I found it broken and finished
As I placed it on my finger
I could hear the misty banns
From whales and pearls, seals and grottos
Their pelagic blessing
On my marriage to the sea


Melinda Giordano is a native of Los Angeles, California.  Her written pieces have appeared in the Lake Effect MagazineScheherazade’s BequestWhisperingsCirca Magazine and Vine Leaves Literary Journal among others. She was also a regular poetry contributor to with her own column, ‘I Wandered and Listened’ and was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize. She writes flash fiction and poetry that speculates on the possibility of remarkable things – the secret lives of the natural world.  Melinda is interested in history and anything to do with Aubrey Beardsley, her favorite artist.

Posted on December 21, 2016, in Issue 19: Speculative Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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