Poem about Marriage : The Wedding

Poem about Marriage : The Wedding :




Parry’s ghost was glad –

Now that everybody knew him

From the surging wave of Britishness

That thundered from

The double ophicleide.



More Parry –

Articulating pride throughout the play

Of choir and strings;

And yet again! –

Hailing glory in the crash of cymbals.



Interspersed, other British geniuses

That cast our land in music.



So British, all so British!

This wedding of patriots

Swathed in sovereignty

Bursting in its rebirth

Shared with crowds of carers, revellers,

The curious;

Phantoms

Horses

HD TVs

Bearskins

Digital radios

Royal coaches;

Yet this anachronistic family saw it work.



Like children we acted out a bygone age,

Wallowed in an ancient Empire –

Tears of pride usurped recent confusion,

Austerity, ambiguity –

We understood anew the need for royalty!



Their betrothal gave coherence

As our standards flowed with purpose

In the laughing breeze.



But then I saw the carbines

And shuddered at reality:

The paradox of modern Britain.



By Mark R Slaughter






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