Andrea's Wedding Poem by Abigail Pastor

She lingers in the dim antechamber
Positioned behind the oaken door.
One by one, her relatives leave her
Alone to contemplate the organ's roar.

Down the nave the bridesmaids drop
A solemn step to the flowered stair
Where each in turn pause and stop;
Frozen smiles ‘neath towered hair.

Then the music changes form
And the bride begins her onerous quest;
Through the high sea's rigid storm
To lay her to her final rest.

The groom measuredly proclaims his love
To the minister and to the audience;
And invokes his right given from above
To live life in indifference.