Playing at Grownups, Summer of '76

I've a feeling this might turn into a mini Napowrimo! Today's exercise is to choose a memorable day in your life,  freewrite on it for 10-15 minutes,  then create a poem using at least 5 metaphors or similes. This is much more than I'd usually use, and felt a little forced.  I've chosen to write (with a huge dollop of hindsight) about my first wedding: as I've recently written about my second it seemed only fair. 


I tossed and turned through long hours of that night,  
kept awake by the sharp spikes of Mum's ceramic rollers,
the tap-tap-tap of rain dripping on the windowsill.

In our homemade maxi dresses, mine white, hers floral,
my big sister got me ready in our parents' bedroom; 
our roles reversed, my time to shine. 

Dad gripped my hand in the back of the hired white Jag, 
talked nonstop through the nerve-blurred maze of childhood streets
from home to the Baptist church of concrete and glass. 

You, waiting at the altar, new suit, platform shoes shining,
long hair trimmed for the photographs, wide tie thickly knotted,
nervous smile; I wanted to be yours forever.

Vows pledged to each other in a dreamlike haze,
we rushed headlong through a confetti blizzard;
no longer just students, now husband and wife.

Back home, roast dinner and wedding cake waited
on long trestle tables the length of the lounge, 
starched white linen and garden flowers; Mum did us proud.  

At the station, suitcases stuffed with bright summer clothes,
in the heatwave of summer, we hurried unprepared
towards a wet honeymoon, towards married life. 


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