On Bristol’s Downs pink chestnut flowers
fall like wedding confetti along the road,
above the saluting trees are ablaze
with candles in the soft grey almost sunlight
on the day our Prince marries his Kate
The kiss on that London balcony –
half a nano second apart their eyes
peek from under closed lids as if
neither of them can quite believe
they’ve made it that far.
I have been glued to the TV most of the day watching the wedding – perfect!
I wasn’t totally glued, but even when I went out, it was so quiet that you knew something was going on… :)
In Derbyshire, cheeks from ovens aglow,
a baker honours the happy pair with crown of Bordeaux.
Thanks for all the tweets today Andrew and your lovely couplet :)
Through the ancient arches
the carriage vanished momentarily –
hidden for a brief instant,
their hands clasped; reassuring, comforting,
finally, finally, they can relax;
then back in the limelight,
to smile, wave, rejoice with the masses.
I loved the thought of you tucked up watching this on the other side of the world, there were some amazing camera angles in there as they took the short cut through wherever it was, Horse Guards Parade, or somewhere. Every taxi drivers dream ;) Love the verse :)
I do love a good wedding – and that was gorgeous – my husband did a bit of eye-rolling but eventually even he was sitting down watching. I do hope life treats them well.
Ditto, Jan. I was thinking exactly the same thing. They seem such a nice young couple…
My cousin was hilarious on the subject of certain hats I have to say :D
I noticed one ‘hat’ which looked like a tourquoise, double-tipped, parrot beak which appeared to be glued, vertically, to her forehead. The downward tip was right between her eyes- she must have been cross-eyed by the end of the day. If she had leaned closer to someone to hear what they were saying, they would have been calling for an ambulance.
Are we referring to the redoutable Tara Palmer-Tomkinson? What a show stopper! The Guardian yesterday had a lovely piece about the wedding, trying hard to restrain its irony. Lovely lines about Elton John’s hair blowing in the wind and so on…
Everyone was celebrating over on this side of the pond, as well!
And the hats? You should have seen some of the headwear the ladies from the South got themselves up in. NYC also had a big Brittainia party going on.
Here is the Midwest, we just watched the news coverage.
I did like the sweetness of the kiss on the balcony.
Hoping all goes well with them!
I am very fond of the hats – I bet the Southern belles do it in a serious way!