
Imagine
We are but colours
Dancing in a breath of time
Mind-spinning rainbows
The sumptuous white floats and curls
Moulding each and every curve
As she breezes in without a word
Beneath falling silken pink petals
Scattering upon freshly cut grass
I can smell the green
It awakens my senses
Bluest sky arches above my head
Inviting me to gaze a while
Squinting in the egg-yellow burst
Of the powerful summer sun
The white flickers and shimmers
In this crazy, hazy heat
I blink, caught by the scent
Of cut oranges being poured
The black-suited waiter turns
Carrying the cut-glass jug
Now emptied of all
Under the bower they meet
Wild roses curving all around
A flash of silver, etched upon
Rings exchanged in passion
Her red lips curve into a smile
Matching his velvet cravat
While the enrapt audience rises
In a rainbow of colour
She sweeps through light-footed
As pink confetti covers all
Falling like silken pink petals
Copyright Vickie Johnstone
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