if we had been flower girls as we dreamed
we would have thrown rose petals from the choir loft
and the brides would not have complained
to our piano teacher Grandmother en masse
that month of June she played the Wedding March
for so many on the church organ.
or we would have done small ballets during the prelude
in imagined waltz length dresses so pink and lavender and cream...
pinning our corsages on each other
to the glory of Grandmother.
instead they made us the rice girls every time
and we had heard this was for luck
for the bride and groom
and surely we wished them that and loads of pluck
and threw the whole lot, netting and all
though we were small, full force
thinking the harder we threw, of course!
the more that luck would ensue.
and no one else knew at first
why the couple ran so fast
to the awaiting car
the one with cans attached
for the perfect match
a little black and blue
from all the rice we threw
wholeheartedly that day
and never again the same way.
mary angela douglas 26 december 2018;rev. 17 january 2019
we would have thrown rose petals from the choir loft
and the brides would not have complained
to our piano teacher Grandmother en masse
that month of June she played the Wedding March
for so many on the church organ.
or we would have done small ballets during the prelude
in imagined waltz length dresses so pink and lavender and cream...
pinning our corsages on each other
to the glory of Grandmother.
instead they made us the rice girls every time
and we had heard this was for luck
for the bride and groom
and surely we wished them that and loads of pluck
and threw the whole lot, netting and all
though we were small, full force
thinking the harder we threw, of course!
the more that luck would ensue.
and no one else knew at first
why the couple ran so fast
to the awaiting car
the one with cans attached
for the perfect match
a little black and blue
from all the rice we threw
wholeheartedly that day
and never again the same way.
mary angela douglas 26 december 2018;rev. 17 january 2019
