Wedding Recption: an interlude

Wedding reception: an Interlude

The rain was as romantic as the day was

all dust and sprinkles and wink of light

beneath those ancient trees

we huddled and clamoured for a light on MDMA

speed and cocaine not to mention

the champagne that was freely

flowing like the little Welsh stream

we gathered around

and looked over watching each other

all smiles and nice suits

all pulled and slicked back hair and so many flowers

they damn near outnumbered balloons

back at the marquee

where no one was missed and no one was pissed

grilling anyone else about where we’d wandered

all were enjoying themselves

in their own well earned way

with no gripe to add

nor any complaint to made or be heard even

on that grey day

purer still than any forced sunshine in the British

Isles/ anything less would have been disappointing

to that hardy Canadian descent

nobody asked where we were going to

nor questioned the lovely present

with dreams of where we went