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Poem 43: Golden Wedding toast

(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean Sonnet. This is the last Sonnet for this month.)

At minus two degrees it’s just like summer,
At least that summer fifty years gone by.
Let’s face it folks, that summer was a bummer;
It made the global warming stuff a lie.

Fifty years ago my girl was ice;
She told me straight, go jump into the lake.
Some other things she said weren’t quite as nice.
I took the plunge and stayed, for goodness sake!

Well, next she entered riding on a high horse
Just as autumn leaves were shedding gold;
She sneered and said go take a hike, of course.
So once again I stepped out in the cold.

A toast to icy days when we were young;
Yet winter’s snug because she’s summer’s sun!

Poem 39: It seems we’ve entered into winter’s frost

(The poetic form selected for this month is the English or Shakespearean Sonnet).

It seems we’ve entered into winter’s frost.
Your sullen glances hold a cold distain.
Fourteen years together look as lost
And rain an icy sleet. There is no gain.

There was a springtime time when all was new.
We’d picnic in the willow’s lovely shade
And talk and dance and laugh the season through.
We thought our love was truly heaven-made.

As all four seasons come and all four go
Time turns quaint foibles into tiresome ways.
“Whose turn to cook?” is greeted with “Dunno”.
What future? How much longer are our days?

Tonight we both saw light on wedding bands;
Our children sang some songs, and we held hands.

1042. Too young to get married

The headline said it all, in the opinion of Mrs Angela Fergusson: MINNIE DAVIDSON MARRIES YOUNG.

I’m not at all surprised, said Mrs Angela Fergusson. When she was at school she was a ripe tart, always hanging around boys. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of it even back then, and now she’s gone and got married when she’s barely out of diapers. It disgusts me. It’ll end up in divorce for sure. These days people should wait to get married, not rush into it like they’re mature enough to know what they’re doing. But, oh no, these people have to dash madly in love and run off and buy a wedding dress. Minnie Davidson never had any values, and now she squanders what the rest of us regard as a sacred state to pamper her youthful desires.

If Mrs Angela Fergusson had bothered to read the article she would have noticed that Mr and Mrs Harry YOUNG are both in their thirties and honeymooning in the Seychelles.

726. Mountain wedding


Anna and Earl had planned their wedding for months, in fact years. They were both keen mountain climbers. They had scaled many a peak together. Although they had never conquered Everest, they had been to the Himalayas and loved it. That’s why they wanted to get married there.

But what of family? Should they come too?

In the end they decided on just the two of them, and a small wedding “re-enactment” could be made with family and friends when they returned.

And the planning! What to wear? Did the Himalayas grow wedding flowers? All was arranged and off they flew. Two loved birds flying to the wedding of their dreams!

More than 4,800 people dead. More than 9,200 injured. Eight million affected across Nepal. One million children urgently in need of help.

Those are the startling numbers that indicate the scale of the devastation from the huge earthquake that struck the Himalayan nation on Saturday.

And some of the grim figures are likely to get even worse as hopes of rescuing any more survivors diminish every hour.

Heartbreaking scenes of suffering and loss are playing out across this shell-shocked nation as it reels from its deadliest natural disaster in years.

376. Wedding party


Michael was a clergyman. He loved weddings. He loved the flowers! The dresses! The ribbons! The music! The groom and his men in the party! (And the bride of course!)

Michael was a little bit camp.

And here he was at this wedding. Oh! The music! The pretty bridesmaids! He was dolled up himself in a white alb and a stole.

“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Suddenly, Michael felt the belt around his waist give way. His trousers were loose, and heading down to his knees. “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Bowing, he walked gracefully up to behind the altar. There he fiddled with a few things, as if he was meant to, while he wiggled out of his trousers. No one would see that he was trouser-less, because he was wearing the long white alb and stole. He returned to the bridal couple.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Oh the music! The applause! The bride’s bouquet!

The wedding party departed the church. Michael turned and proceeded back up to the altar. It was then he noticed something: it wasn’t a solid altar. It had open legs. You could see right through it.

His trousers were in full view in a heap in the middle on the sanctuary carpet.

130. Bride of the Year


Beryl had a wonderful wedding. She had planned it meticulously. The wedding dress was beautiful. Her make-up was beautiful. Her hair was beautiful. He nails were beautiful. Her bridesmaids were beautiful. Her husband was okay.

It was with a great deal of excited anticipation that several months later she entered the local newspaper’s Bride of the Year competition. There were seventeen entrants.

Someone called Gwyneth came first and got a travel voucher and some diamond earrings. Wendy came second. Glenda came third. Queenie got a highly commended.

Beryl got nowhere. The only thing she got was a feeling that her wedding must’ve been awful. She no longer liked to think about it.

109. Hat for a Wedding


Isabel had purchased an outfit to wear at her daughter’s wedding. Everything was co-ordinated so that the mother-of-the-bride didn’t clash with the bridesmaids’ colours. Isabel’s dress was light brown with a green leaf pattern. Not too busy mind you; simple enough to be striking; patterned enough to be… stunning. The shoes were a matching leaf-brown. The only thing she didn’t have was a hat.

She had gone from milliner to milliner – hat shop to hat shop – shopping-spree day after shopping-spree day. There was no hat in existence that matched Isabel’s outfit. She thought she should change her shoes and dress, but the price of a second outfit was prohibitive. Besides, she adored her brown-green-leaf combination.

The wedding day drew near. She still didn’t have a hat to wear. Quite frankly, from Isabel’s point of view, her hatlessness was ruining the excitement she could have experienced as a lead up to the wedding.

The day arrived. It was time to leave for the wedding garden venue. What to do? What to do? I shall go hatless, she thought. Her husband grabbed her old straw gardening hat and plonked it on her head.

It was perfect.

97. Elsa’s Wedding Video


When Elsa married Trevor, what a beautiful day it was! They were married on the edge of a (safe) cliff overlooking the sea. The sun shone. The guests faced the view of the ocean with the groom looking handsome, and Elsa herself in the most beautiful white wedding gown and with a bouquet of red carnations. The bridal party was placed to one side, with the marriage celebrant on the other. These assistants were far enough back so as not to ruin the focus on the two getting married: simply Elsa and Trevor before the grandeur of the expanse of sea. Alone, yet together facing the expanse of their futures!

Preparation for the wedding had taken over a year. And the expense! Flowers! Dainty white ribbons on each chair! The cake! The… Oh! Even the bridesmaids’ red carnation posies were made up of ever-so-slightly-smaller-red carnations than those on the bride’s bouquet.

And the music! A friend sang Ave Maria and Panis angelicus, and a string quartet played the second movement from Haydn’s String Quartet, Op. 76, No. 3. Not to mention the reception afterwards, and how fantastic it was. Beautiful! Beautiful! Simply beautiful! What a wonderful memory!

All was videoed, of course. It was a permanent reminder of that loveliest of days. Elsa watched it every day for two weeks after they got back from their honeymoon in Bali. On viewing, there were a few things at the wedding she might have changed. They were minor little things, such as providing sugar cubes with silver tongs at the reception instead of loose sugar and teaspoons. But it was almost perfect.

After a while, the video was forgotten. Elsa got on with life. She had a new job. She made new friends. One moves on constantly. Life changes.

Four years later, she found the video and watched it.

“Is that all it was?” thought Elsa. “I thought it was a lot more beautiful than that. Memories are better than videos. Nothing can capture a memory.”

She threw the video in the trash. The following week her divorce came through. She had another wedding to prepare.