~ The Dream (a fragment)...... by Echoing Katrina

The bride arrived on time
holding a newborn babe.
She was driven in a carriage by
a faceless man dressed in black.
Her nails were tapered fine and long
like that of a woman who never knew a day's work
She was serene and so white.
There was no groom.
She stood at the altar holding the infant
while she listened to the priest.
Even the crying child couldn't detract from
the dignity and formality of the wedding
The organ music resumed and swelled to the
joyous, baroque strains as the ceremony closed.
Everyone kept to themselves after
the service
The bride seemed so peaceful.
When the faceless man approached,
he courteously offered his hand as he
led her back into the carriage,
stroke the horse for just a moment
and then drove.