Wedding Tent

For Ella and Oliver

This was my yesterday - attending the wedding of two very lovely people, in the company of many more.

I am not good with crowds and I’m sure I did a pretty poor job as a guest, (Meg was fabulous), but I am a good observer and I am a Poet, so I can at least offer this, with my genuine love and best wishes and also my sincere thanks to Ella and Oliver and families for the opportunity to be there.

We look forward to seeing you again!

Wedding Tent

The real Wedding Tent was blue,

stretched above the poles of the trees

high up, then anchored down with light,

the leaves saturated with green and the guests -

multicoloured, iridescent, plumed and preened, bird like -

flocked on the grass to witness something old, something new.

This union of two

delivered on a day when

all speech holds meaning -

welding them together with words

enunciated slowly and deliberately,

one after another, like stepping stones with which to cross a river.

Then it was done, as the day

packed itself away and the lights came on

the way the campfires did for our ancestors

in caves or jungles or out on the dry savannah

and the cycle begins again - that ancient thing within -

under the stars, under the moon, one love - one more forever….

Note: Because of the ascending line lengths this is best viewed on a screen larger than a mobile phone. Just saying, all you younger people…..