#MastPrompt #poetry #poems #pillow
His head rested on her lap
A pillow for his thoughts
Now long gone as his torso rested down the well
As she had sent his soul to Hell
At tolling of the Midnight Bell
Her hand fussed his tousled hair
As she rocked on the kitchen chair
As his thigh cooked on the spit
The table set for two in shadowed colours
Of a flickering hue
She had finally got her way
On this their solemn Wedding Day