White against twilight blue,
adorned with golden-glow fairy lights,
the tent sways with the live band
that plays a quiet medley,
accompaniment to cutlery
and conversation.
After a toast from the sister
and one from the best man,
napkins are discarded.
In a swish of tulle,
with steady hands
the bride and groom take
to the wooden dance floor.
Outside, the youngest guests,
flying high on Shirley temples,
are supervised by those
too young to sip champagne,
too old to enjoy a game
of hide and seek in the long grass
that sees the ring boy barefoot
and the flower girl’s hem stained green.
Smoky Quartz 