Little Sound (Stockport WoL Cheddar-Poem)
A sonnet drowns in love.
Patterns in Nature cling to crystal zones:
This singular look on your face
In this time and place,
Touching on the distance but never nearer the truth
Moving wedding poem gives weight to sentiments -
A wind of change blows through the trees
Away from prying eyes
Of neighbours, parents and friends;
The young are not so innocent
As their parents believe them to be
Beautiful, beastly, entitlement
See her on the Marriage carousel...!