The Wedding

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The headache wasn’t the worst of it.

The police came,

A young constable smirking  - openly.

What had he done?

What had they done?

 

Countdown to the Big Moment.

Ticking bomb

Exploding in a frenzy of confetti.

What had he done?

What had she done?

 

A dream in a froth of white

Floating around,

Music pulsing through clinging couples.

Thank you, thank you again

What had they done?

What had he done?

 

Taxi, plane, taxi again.

Two are one

The big day done

New lives begun.

The rest of your life.

What had he done?

 

 

◄ THE BIRTH

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Yvonne Brunton

Fri 5th Feb 2016 20:41

You are right, Stu. But you will have to use your imagination as to what he did on his stag night that attracted the attention of the police.

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Stu Buck

Fri 5th Feb 2016 19:59

i love the line 'a dream in a froth of white'

personally i think it wraps itself up nicely. not a whodunnit rather a satire on marriage.

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Adam Whitworth

Fri 5th Feb 2016 12:53

It gets me thinking- yes, what has been done? what's the big deal? married, not married- nothing has really been done.

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Jemima Jones

Fri 5th Feb 2016 10:43

The mystery deepens.Will we ever know? Is there going to be a follow up Yvonne? Hope so!

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John Coopey

Fri 5th Feb 2016 10:26

WELL??? Don't leave me like this, Yvonne. What had he done?

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Fellynny

Fri 5th Feb 2016 04:02

Wow. I really enjoyed your poem. I especially like the imagery you had in the third stanza.

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