The aim was simple enough - be where the sun
adds that stuff called ‘atmosphere’ t’ th’ chilled
air - & yes, midges will wait to ingest your body
fluids; but it is there nature’ll congress with you
in the simplest congruity made under the same
stars gracing the Royal Wedding yesterday - of
course, except in its spirit o’ completeness, we
weren’t actually there, - yet that essence flared
From where I sat outdoors writing this poem, &
reflecting upon a naturalness of their patrimony
which became an expression of an event we’ve
seen so many structured examples of - yet that
didn’t inhibit them being themselves to such an
extent that it blossomed, & then tastefully grew
Into a scene of empathetic graciousness which
needed no commentators’ explaining plethoras
of drear, ritualised, out-of-place phrases; when
Meghan & Harry interacted th’ anima displaced
any arcane ideas this was a set-up, dramatised
feat of another, once great, British Royal family
© 21 May 2018, I. D. Carswell
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