Delia – castles in the sand
A young girl sits between her parents at her cousin's wedding, her green eyes wide.
If you ask her the colour of love, she'll say cream.
Love is a girl in a cream dress and a man in forest green.
Forever and always are chestnut curls and lips of cherry red.
Vows are complete and uncompromising;
airtight promises that don't smother, they hug.
Really, marriage is love:
the end, not the beginning
A wedding is the end of the fairy tale,
just before happily ever after.
She hasn't grown up yet –
let her be a Romantic, just a little longer.
Fourth drabble, this one's for Rosie.
Yes, I did write Delia. Imagine that. No, it's not happening again any time soon.
ever and always,
Fenella