I’m sorry I couldn’t visit all the entries last week. Spring is here and a lot of things to do outdoors. Nevertheless here is my offering this week. A sonnet focusing on the dress on the balcony. I couldn’t get down below 101 words… so this week I’m cheating.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful group of bloggers from around the world who every week gather to write a story of 100 words (more or less). If you want to know more, go to Rochelle Wissoff-Fields page and check it out. If you only want to check out the great stories click the little blue guy at the bottom.
Copyright Janet Webb
A sweet and crying bride lamented loss
her groom had disappeared into the night
and she knew nothing as “he was the boss”
and solemnly declared: “there was no fight”
so sorrowful and easy to believe
with her convincing sobs and tearful eyes
a sweet and lonely woman left to grieve
the onions easily had hid her lies
but when they saw the color of her gown
immediately suspicion was aroused
the constable declared “I was a clown”
she went away to be in prison housed
so for her wedding night a special treat
alone in bridal suite of cold concrete
May 29, 2013
Björn Rudbergs writings 
101 is not cheating. I’d say over 110 is. Rest easy!
Pheew— thank you Paul
here comes the bride
all dressed in white
there goes the groom
sadly to his doom
That must have been some silent fight
And would you believe
she did his body cleave
and with a gown so red
she was alone in bed
ooooh she’s a minx isn’t she? I really enjoyed seeing her go from widow to prisoner, your rhyming was the perfect waltz.
Thank you … yes a red dress needs an explanation.
Hi Björn. Great poem. Sigh, I guess she got caught because of the dress.What is it with a red dress? It seems to automatically imply naughty. Although murdering someone is a little more than naughty, lol!
You’re right.. 🙂 But it was the first idea I got.
I’m that way, too. I see something and an idea pops into being! 🙂
Getting married in white is too cliche. Red is better. So is hanging it in unusual places.
Awesome writing!
If you get married in red, you can chop the groom without giving notice.
I dont need a wedding to chop the groom.. 🙂
😉
My favorite part is the way you used the onions. 🙂
janet
Yup .. she was a crafty girl (but perhaps not too smart to keep a blood soaked dress)
Nice and crafty combination of poetry and fiction!
Thank you.. I think poetry should tell a story and stories should have poetry in them.
😉
I love the last two lines! Really good, this 🙂
Thank you 🙂
She should have had a back-up dress!!!
Or at least a jumpsuit 🙂
Wow. Makes me wonder what the groom did…. Great piece.
I’m pretty sure he left the toilet seat up…
That would do it!
A sonnet is murder,
a killer to write,
but a murderous bride
is no one’s delight
(she should have stay out of sight)
Good job! Randy
Thank you 🙂
OH! How very Edgar Allan Poe of you Bjorn! I loved it!
🙂
the lying blood-thirsty bride. well-told in a poetry form
Thank you 🙂
Great poem!
🙂
“Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red dress ….”
Good effort, Björn! And I’m consistently over the 100, but I trust in Rochelle’s promise that “No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.”
Ha, and in writing form poetry I need to care about the syllables as well.. 🙂
That’s brides for you – they think they can get away with anything. Nice one.
A bride can get away with anything except the groom usually. 🙂
Björn, apparently, no ever told her how to use peroxide to take out fresh blood stains. 😉
She thought tears alone would do it (and hiding the meat-cleaver)
A great take on the prompt.
Thank you Mike 🙂
yeesh!
🙂
I agree that 101 is no sin. It is necessary sometimes to complete the whole. You did a great job making them all count!
every syllable 🙂
This is an interesting twist. Thanks.
Thank you 🙂
Weird, B… Weird but Nice.
Weird is what I do best sometimes
The image at the end is perfect. Live the poetry v
Concrete fits so well in a sonnet I think
Dear Björn,
Guess you could call this “poetic justice”. Loved the concrete bridal suite…sweet.
shalom,
Rochelle
Ha, very funny.. 🙂
I really love the interplay of fun and dark here!
I assume the groom found it less funny…
The color was the dead giveaway, huh, dammit!
ha, brilliant 🙂
Dark and light at the same time. Splendid, Bjorn! I guess she didn’t really want to get married, huh?
I guess it was a reason – money or something else
That’s one way to handle cold feet! Nicest poem about the subject I’ve ever read …
cold feet… or greed… there was a reason probably
LOVE it! Made my day! Thanks, Bjorn!
🙂
Fantastic flash tale poem – great twist.
I love to tell stories in rhyme and meter. 🙂
Beautifully told. He must have had money. Great poem. Fun stuff.
Money probably…
Loved your poem, especially loved the line about the onions.
Well done
Dee
Thank you Dee 😉
My favorite entry of the week!!!!
Thank you John 🙂
Very clever. Almost reads like a limerick. I enjoyed it a lot.
Thank you, yes a little limerick maybe. 🙂
gave me shivers Björn. brilliant and chilling. 🙂
Ha 😉 what else could be the reason for a red dress
here i thought, with the first line filled with a sweet bride lamenting loss, that a very sad tale of a broken heart was coming. oops, great writer that you are, revealed the true character of this murderous bride. ☺