The theme today in #30DaysofSummerWritingChallenge is ‘fiesta.’ While it could be a literal religious festival cum carnival (childhood’s Maria Assunta celebrations floated through my mind) or weeks spent eco-camping at Earth Song when I could still just about contemplate waking under canvas, the celebration that I finally fixed on was a wedding. Our wedding, which happens to have happened at the end of this month. So an anniversary poem seemed appropriate for two people who first encountered each other in the Hackney Poetry Circle one dark November evening nearly forty years ago.
We Do! (An Anniversary Poem)
Marry under a marque in August
is a prime example of hope triumphs
common sense. Our only insurance was
the Infant of Prague (£2.99)
outside our front door. Which, according to
local folklore, made sunshine a dead cert.
It was the sunniest day that summer.
Tea and home-baked lavender biscuits served
on the lawn after the ceremony.
Tree planting, singing, patio speeches,
laughter ringing out over the acres.
Barbecue supper - but slightly gourmet -
Waldorf salad and kohl rabi cole slaw.
Compostable cutlery, plates and napkins -
we tread lightly in love. (Even the cake
was organic carrot.) We were toasted
and quaffed sparkling elderflower cordial
made with blossom from Drumcliff Churchyard.
The ghost of W.B. benignly gazed, smiling
from his otherworld bean rows while we vowed
to companion each the other's greatness.
We do. And we did. And we still do day
after day the sun sets on our bless'd heads.
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