A Gilded Anchor Enmeshed In Sea-Weed
A beautiful wedding dress, a wonderful gown,
a lovely pattern, a magical moment in time,
the dressmaker frowned when she heard the
wedding would be on the beach, but that’s
too bad, now she is shortening the hem and
taking the scallops away, but I’ll still have
scallops and pearls on the bodice - and a
pearly headdress
Rudi says he’ll hire a tuxedo, but he’ll roll up
the legs, leave his shoes at home, the pastor
frowned also but smiled when we showed him
the makeshift structure in which we can be
married in sand; Juliette will be a happy
bridesmaid, happily gazing at Werner
I want to carry a concoction of seaweed
and other nautical things, Rudi asked
what about a little anchor in gold and
laughed, he gave me an idea, now
we’ll see his surprise when I pitch up
carrying my gilded anchor enmeshed
in sea-weed
Juliette wanted to add a ship’s figurehead;
adding mermaids as a theme, I sternly told
her she could do that when she marries
herself, if on the beach I will assist, other-
wise she’ll have to be on her own
I can’t wait to see the dressmaker today, a
wedding on beach is the second most
wonderful idea I’ve ever had in my life –
the first one, of course, was saying yes
when Rudi proposed…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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