Wedding bells tintinnabulating tense and telling, knelling
Confetti fell like joyous, gaudy scree upon her queenly veil
His fitted suit’s contour-mimicking shoulders, sable, classic
Perhaps so, for somebody else; this is, in fact, a tragedy
Sadness in wealth seldom seen outside bad drama or bad dreams
What cards were dealt that potential queen, on that, her day of matching
All bridesmaids in like-fashion dress, which would open like hatchbacks
At picnic’s commencement after refreshments, for backshots
A few snaps in the garden were due in an hour’s time
Yet of the groom in his best finery, there was no sign
Oh, they had dreamed a day without equal
A feast even the covetous regarded gluttonous
Sudden flurries of dance at the ostentatious omphalos of proceedings
Ballroom’s mosaiced navel loud
Clashing rock hem sounds, meshing dresses of marching ladies
Each able to win best dressed elsewhere
Today, they would prepare to bear second place rosettes on chests
Clusters of diademed ants moving mathematically
Ignorant of that fact, tactful advances
Snatched glances, short tight grasps
Hands in passing as they danced, twirling like umbrellas
Dancers light slashes, fine silk sashes unfurling.
Alchemisland 
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