This past weekend I was at the wedding of two of my favourite people in the world. A very lovely way to spend a few days. I think part of being a poet is not being able to turn off poetry so that everything you see transforms into words whether you mean them or not. Here are a few that subconsciously appeared fully formed during the ceremony.
A full score in two hands linked
rings pass one to the other
and cross in the centre – hold –
a twist, turn and then reform
into an infinity of their own.
Full circle overlaps and then
at the quiet heart, close held
metal dances a figure of eight
to spin in place forever. Still.
[Edited to exclude the line of another poem I was also working on. Oh the joys of mobile interneting. V.]