As a follow on from last week’s Short Short story I Do in Blue..this little poem of the same title is an homage to St. Valentine’s Day….

Poem

I Do in Blue

by Miriam McGuirk

In tall hat and tails
Beau the Groom awaits his Belle

Shock, horror, Brad the Best Man
is thrown through the air,
dust on his suit and in his hair.

In Topaz from top to bottom
Belle is flung from her chair

Beau turns,his arms outstretched, will he catch his future bride?

Flushed and blushing,she is in pain,
She tries to smile but the

Sound of wailing from her Mother
In anguish and in sorrow

The official with a frown
takes a look at the crowd,

“This is a place of worship,
This is a ‘Matrimonial Affair’

Others are waiting apart from you
With their wish,to share their love

to say Words of Oath and Honour
and to take the Vow of ‘I Do’ too”

And

For those who missed the Short, Short Story – here it is again

I Do In Blue

by Miriam McGuirk

It was Beau and Belle’s Wedding Day. Beau was standing with his Best man Brad. The blue-hued guests sat on navy velvet regal style chairs. The sun shone through mullioned windows onto the sloping, parquet-floor of the registry office.
With beads of perspiration gathering on his forehead, Beau worried ‘How the hell am I going to say the words “I Do”? How can I stop the shake in my hand to place the wedding ring on Belle’s delicate finger?’
He looked across at his Best Man for a nod of reassurance, but Brad gave none. His mind and thoughts were on matters of the ten-page speech he proposed to make later.

The night before while making the marital bed; bending forward Belle tucked in the corners. She heard a pop and a distinctive cracking sound.
In agony, she crawled reaching for Doctor Shelley’s tablets. They would help ease the pain in her lower back.

Later preparing for bed, Belle, struggled as she brushed her teeth, Bridget her mother looked on disapprovingly from the bathroom door. There was a fear in her eyes.

“You know it’s not lucky to be with your future husband the night before the wedding.” She could not bring herself to say ‘sleep with.’
“Mother,” Belle spat out the toothpaste in exasperation, “Would you listen to yourself, I am in agony on this the night before my wedding.”

“Beau and I have been living blissfully together for over a year. I did it by the book first time round. Remember how that ended?”

“Mum right now my dilemma ‘how can I attempt to walk down the aisle tomorrow and marry the man I love?” Her mother sighed and kissed her goodnight.

And here it was, the day she had dreamed of for most of her life; Belle’s special wedding day. She patiently waited outside the Church for Great Uncle Brendan. There were tears in her eyes with pain and emotion. Dressed from head to toe in ice blue she wore a matching crochet garter that insisted on slipping down her thigh.

Suddenly her great Uncle appeared, with a limp, a smile of mischief and a twitch in his eye.
He spun her around to face the doorway leading into the registry office. With a ‘whee…ee sound, he pushed her wheelchair forward and then let it go. Down the aisle she sped, on the slippery floor, hitting Brad, the best man.