Magenta silk waiting at the church gate
As floral hats and morning suits strolled by
With hushed whispers or glances before
Finding a seat in the cool darkness
Jeans behind the camera clicking another picture
Closer girls, big smiles now
As the mother of the groom fusses
With a white-gloved hand tugging the silk into place
While the mother of the bride
Pulls the fabric in another direction
Click! Click! Click!
More pictures for the album
And the two women keep on bickering
Over the flow of magenta silk
In the clatter of horses
The two are silenced
By the radiant beauty
In the arms of the first man to love her.

© JG Farmer 2014 Registered & Protected  44TM-5ZIL-2CGQ-BZ2V


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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