The Grotto

We sealed love's covenant
here at Mary's shrine,
perfumed with lilacs,
aglow with votive flames.
Our untended hearts cooled,
spent wax pooled beneath
candles snuffed
to smoldering darkness.

Now the Virgin's face
burns orange,
eyes twinkle black,
lips purse shut.
There will be no forgiveness
for shunning our vows,
her stare cold at my back.

Scott Speck
03/21/99