Wedding Night Waxes
He carried her over the threshold
of their bridal suite:
Room 5 at the local Super 7
(couldn’t afford the Super 8)
She said she had prepared
a “goodie bag” for their wedding night
“What kind of goodies?” he asked, and
she just winked and smiled.
The Marriage Bed, they called it,
laughing (the baby was due in May)
They sat on the edge, making small talk
by the light of TCM classics on TV
She grabbed the mystery bag
Vanished into the bathroom and
squeezed into the silken nightie
she found on Clearance at Victoria’s Secret
(a bit swollen, but still sexy)
At that moment
the TV flickered off and
lights outened themselves with a snick
“Babe,” he called, “power’s out…
You OK in there?”
Her answer, opening the bathroom door
She held a basket with wine, crackers and cheese
In her long red lingerie, she stood
bathed in candleglow
“When I said I put all we needed
in the goodie bag, I wasn’t kidding”
His answer, a low, appreciative whistle
A single candle, stuck in a precious bottle:
The very first Chardonnay they ever shared
It was in the cab of his truck
They’d traced constellations and snuggled
and the baby was probably conceived
under Venus’ approving gaze
Now wax stribbled down the green bottleneck,
obscured the label, pooled on the night stand
as wick flickered…
a newborn light
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Poets United’s Wonder Wednesday asked for poems about wax, candlelight, and such. Candles are the cheapest accessory for romance, so I thought about a young couple who didn’t have much but each other and took off from there. Peace, Amy
October 13, 2012 at 2:58 am
October 13, 2012 at 5:38 am
how very sweet. reminds me of my first marriage.
October 13, 2012 at 6:58 am
smiles….nicely done…some cool nostalgia in the bottle….and i love the way way accumulates dow the sides like art….
October 13, 2012 at 7:16 am
Aww, this is such a touching and poignant poem, Amy.
October 13, 2012 at 9:01 am
Beautiful, Amy and romantic! Thanks for your visit and comments on the didge.
Paula Scott Molokai Girl Studiop
October 13, 2012 at 9:18 am
Makes me think about how we have preconceived notions of what ‘ideal’ is. Such as, the ‘ideal’ honeymoon would be one where yo are whisked away in a limousine off to the airport for some exotic location-with not a worry in sight. Or, is it? Perhaps a better ‘ideal’ is much like what you’ve unfolded here in your writing.
October 13, 2012 at 10:06 am
Bittersweet, this, and poignant and precious, too. As an elder 😉 I know how challenging their start is. As a romantic and woman in love with the man I first dated at age 17, I know how perfect that love can be, can remain. As a writer, you brought all of this to me at 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning. Thank you!
Sherry Blue Sky
October 13, 2012 at 10:06 am
Oh this is so touching, Amy. What an uplifting story to contemplate in the midst of our everyday lives – that young lovers still find each other. Love the image of her in candle glow, and the wax dripping down the bottle……..so lovely.
October 13, 2012 at 1:41 pm
I love how this is romantic but not cloying – because I believe there can still be romance even in the humdrum. Thank you for sharing this. Made me smile and gives hope!
October 13, 2012 at 7:38 pm
Charming and easy-going romantic.
October 14, 2012 at 3:01 am
Honeymoons are over-rated. Lovely story poem.
October 14, 2012 at 8:18 pm
Sounds a lot better than ours, the hotel thought we coming the next day so we had to find another hotel at midnight in Paris, then later in the week were nearly arrested during a student protest. Your piece sounds great!
October 14, 2012 at 8:42 pm
Amy this was beautiful! The ending was illuminating 😀 Loved it~
October 15, 2012 at 12:17 am
Under such trying conditions she at least made it romantic! Nicely Amy!
October 15, 2012 at 11:40 am
Amy, love your take on this prompt. Love waxes and wanes, right? You are a true artist with words, you paint so well–love this scene 🙂
October 16, 2012 at 7:12 pm
This was very touching and beautiful Amy. I was expecting a different kind of waxing from the title… that goes to show you where my mind was. Now I feel happy again. I love how you are able to draw me in with these people, just like I’m there. Lovely, lovely…
October 19, 2012 at 2:05 am
Amy ~ this is wondrous ~ love ‘wax stribbled down’, what a fabulous word and so descriptive of candle wax drips ~ gorgeous
August 17, 2013 at 10:41 am
Hi I am from NZ last Saturday I purchased my 2 bottles arrived on Tuesday.
It has been a week. I am really amazed suppressed my cravings.
And have surely found better rests I have been having. I’ve recently lost 21 kilogram on the Heath strategy. And have plateaued. I’ve noticed less bowel movements however,
not sensation bloated is that a complication? Thanks