When the fire dies out, she rises, picks up her torn wedding dress from the floor and puts it on inside out. She turns and meets his indifferent gaze. For a moment, silence darkens the room. Finally, she runs out through the back door.
village well at dawn...
the bride penetrating
a winter sky
Published in Lynx,XXVII:3, October 2012
A Room of My Own: Solar Eclipse Haiku - for *NeverEnding Story *readers in North America the air thick with whispers ... solar eclipse (happening now)