Diane K. Martin

First Wedding
March 9, 2014 Martin Diane K.

First Wedding


It was one of those days when not even the bland sun

could lift the pinched green leaves of rhododendron,


when, if she’d looked out the window as at a TV screen,

she might have seen the news broadcast as a frozen grackle,


black feathers iridescent as oil, beady eyes looking at nothing.

But if, on the other hand, as icicles hung tinkling like beaded finery,


it might have been a day of enchantment, not foreboding,

the bird just a thing of pathos, the cold merely cold.


As it was, she concentrated during the Mass on conjugating

the French verb vouloir, as she might have done, feet stirrupped


on the doctor’s table, and when the priest asked if she took this man

till death did her part, she said je le veux, smiling up at him.

Poems by Diane K. Martin have appeared in Plume, American Poetry Review, diode, Field, Laurel Review, Rhino, River Styx, and many other journals and anthologies. One of her poems received a Pushcart Special Mention; another won the poetry prize from Smartish Pace; and another won second place in the Pablo Neruda Prize from Nimrod Journal.  Her first collection, Conjugated Visits, a National Poetry Series finalist, was published by Dream Horse Press. Her second collection, Hue & Cry, was published in March 2020 by MadHat Press. She lives in western Sonoma County, California. https://dianekmartin.com/