Multi-coloured hearts
Blow on soft wind
Across the blocks
of town centre shadows,
like blossom shaken
From an apple tree,
To mark the marriage
Of original sin and love.
An ivory gown
Swollen with seed
Of live in lover, but now
Honest promises swapped
With vows made
Within golden ring
Turns little girl to bride
With a simple 'I do'.
Friends and family mingle
After the ceremony
Like oil on a puddle,
In ever increasing circles.
A woman brushes
Away a tear from dress
Dusted off for occasions
Just like this
When happiness is currency
And those broken and skint
Loan smiles from the lips
Of the bride's father
Who sips at hip flask,
Stood proud as a peacock
Hair preened and hands
Deep in pockets waiting
To say goodbye
To his little girl.
Blow on soft wind
Across the blocks
of town centre shadows,
like blossom shaken
From an apple tree,
To mark the marriage
Of original sin and love.
An ivory gown
Swollen with seed
Of live in lover, but now
Honest promises swapped
With vows made
Within golden ring
Turns little girl to bride
With a simple 'I do'.
Friends and family mingle
After the ceremony
Like oil on a puddle,
In ever increasing circles.
A woman brushes
Away a tear from dress
Dusted off for occasions
Just like this
When happiness is currency
And those broken and skint
Loan smiles from the lips
Of the bride's father
Who sips at hip flask,
Stood proud as a peacock
Hair preened and hands
Deep in pockets waiting
To say goodbye
To his little girl.
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