I stood by the lychgate of our parish church;
confetti drifting across stony graves and crosses
reminded me that I had left you in the lurch.
In my satin dress, I weighed up gains and losses,
but still I could not step inside the porch.
The wedding car just left me standing there,
my father said he’d washed his hands of me.
My maid of honour waited patiently, unaware
of the doubts that overwhelmed me; she
would never understand or even care.
I often stand by the lychgate, out of sight
behind the creeping ivy and thorny roses,
soaking up the happiness of girls in white
while weighing up my own life’s gains and losses.
Kim M. Russell, 14th May 2024

Image by Photo Nic on Unsplash
It’s Tuesday and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are left in the lurch with Dora.
Dora’s literary examples of being jilted are the eponymous character in Katharine Anne Porter’s short story ‘The Jilting of Granny Weatherall’, William Faulkner’s ‘A Rose for Miss Emily’, and Miss Havisham from Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations, about whom my beloved Carol Ann Duffy has written one of my favourite character poems. Examples in poetry are Thomas Hardy’s ‘A Broken Appointment’, Edna St. Vincent Millay’s ‘Time does not bring relief; you all have lied’, Sylvia Plath’s ‘Jilted’ and Margaret Elizabeth Sangster’s ‘After a Day of Waiting’.
Dora also asks us to think about how it feels to be the one who does the jilting, and has shared Plath’s poem ‘To a Jilted Lover’.
Our challenge, is to use the examples as inspiration to write our own poems in the voice of one who has been stood up in no uncertain terms on a meaningful occasion or in in the voice of one who does the jilting. It could also be about the long-term effects of that singularly painful moment in time, or the humorous or relieved discovery of misunderstanding the time or place. We may use ideas from movies, music, literature, art: whatever it takes to get our creative juices flowing. I went for a traditional old-fashionedrunaway bride.
A haunting piece, Kim, full of the loneliness of being misunderstood for one’s choices, an observer of a happiness always a step away.
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Thank you, Dora.
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You’re welcome!
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i feel her loneliness,
stunningly well written
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Thank you, Rog!
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I wasn’t certain what a lychgate was … after I discovered ts meaning, your poem came to life, morphed into a short mind-movie, I could see the almost-bride, see it all, feel the emotion! Great write.
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Thank you, Helen.
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Kim, there is a sadness there, but well hidden I presume
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Thank you, Christine.
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A serious cace of cold feet
much🤍love
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Thank you, Gillena, and much love to you,
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Very nicely done. There is a lot of angst when a wedding doesn’t go through!
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Thank you, Dwight.
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I also didn’t know what lychgate was but yes it does bring many a thought and feeling to mind. It is a wonderful metaphor and I can relate. I took valium before my wedding I was so anxious at the thought.
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Thank you, Dianne. We had a very small wedding at a registry office because I can’t cope with lots of people.
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The first stanza’s a powerful introduction – keenly done – to a familial betrayal which shadows the marital. Fathers give up daughters to thresholds they never return from? Do they never let the wedding march lurch go? One love lost for another. Well done Kim.
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Thank you, Brendan!
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I liked the honesty in this poem, Kim. 🙂
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Thank you, Kitty.
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Something died at that lychgate…but better before the wedding than afterward, I say!
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I agree, Lynn.
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I had never considered this point of view before. Ouch. Very well written.
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Thank you.
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That last stanza nails it! Really liked it all, very much, subject, tone, and then that last stanza really just put it right there…..that whimsical reflection…she just, you know, had a wee change of heart…….
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Thank you for close reading and commenting.
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Better to realise before signing the contract, even if it’s at the eleventh hour! Love the white images, and the juxtaposition of the dead and a new life.
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Thank you, Jane.
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In a small town, they’d be whispering about it for years to come. The ending is so poignant 😦
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I’m sure they would. Lisa. I was thinking Thomas Hardy heroine in this one Thank you!
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You’re very welcome, Kim.
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so much loneliness at every turn. I felt bad for this poor woman. I hope she found hope
Lovely write to the prompt. Thanks Kim
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Thank you, Selma. I was thinking of Thomas Hardy heroines as I wrote it.
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Just lovely. Great job.
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So many unanswered questions in this poem, Kim!
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Haunting, wistful and at the same time beautiful, Kim. It takes courage to step away at the eleventh hour.
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Thank you, Punam!
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You are welcome, Kim.
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That is a tough decision to make, and you tell it well. In the end, she had to do what was right for her, but it came at the cost of disapproval and rejection, and even some touch of regret. This is true so often in life with the choices we make and live with! I especially like how you’ve crafted that emotive final stanza.
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Thank you so much, Jennifer.
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Your character has courage and resolve. She knew it would be better to turn away than to thrust forward into a life that was wrong. You told a whole life story in 3 stanzas. Bravo.
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Thanks so much, Kim!
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Hi Kim, I really liked how you turned this prompt, and the common concept of being left at the altar, upside down.
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Thanks Robbie!
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My pleasure
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“In my satin dress, I weighed up gains and losses,
but still I could not step inside the porch.”
An open-heart poem.
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Beautiful poem, Kim! 😊❤️
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Thank you so much!
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