Doves shot upwards
Snowfall in reverse
Confetti burst
the groom, and his groom
fine handsome catch
every bit his match
waiting on a promise,
all dolled up and fine
forever be mine
Vows are made
Doves are flown
Fizz all downed
Rings exchanged
Dance in dreams
flowergirl screams
(Too much cake. Allowed a sip of fizz
Parents, parents, why d’you do this?)
hand in hand and
husbands now
one last vow
wedding day done
cake’s crumbs,
Listen, grooms:
It begins now.
© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2017
Image – Ludovic Bertron via Creative Commons Licence
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