The Bride-to-Be at the Welcome Party
Golf carts carry us to the top of the hill,
the guests radiant in the incandescent sunset.
You embrace friends and family in a fairy dress,
your blissful smile shining above the gossamer gown.
Everyone wants to hold your light closer
and shower you in well-wishes. Passing raindrops
sprinkle the congregation with holy water.
The groom’s father surprises the crowd
with his playful and heartfelt rendition
of your courtship. You turn diaphanous
as clouds go pink and red. Dusk arrives
and the waxing moon draws us
to the bonfire for a final blessing.
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Stunning !
Great writing.
Love this post.
This is such a beautiful tribute to that memory!
Lovely movement in this poem. I really enjoy the symmetry in “shower you in well-wishes. Passing raindrops/sprinkle the congregation with holy water.”
“You turn diaphanous” – how lovely! Thanks for letting us be guests at this wedding, Gaby!
Wonderful!
Btw, Gaby, I received an an email from LexPoMo saying I need to “approve” your comment on my poem today. I would definitely do so if I could figure out how, but I can’t. 😩
Love this poem, how you recreate each moment in the event so beautifully.
Beautifully done, Gaby!
I love the way you weave what is happening with the sunset, setting within setting….
Wow! Magic!