The Wedding of Motoharu & Alexandra
You were forty. I was twenty-six. We thought
opposites attracted. It was like The Queen & I,
you five centimetres shorter in a Moss Bros suit,
me an English Rose in a puffy, white, off-the-peg dress.
When you drank champagne your hands went red.
At the rehearsal I remember you saying
carefully I do and me – well – just sniggering
until the usher, my cousin, joined in.
Mum said Don’t be so stupid Alexandra.
The vicar said Don’t worry, nerves do funny things.

Alex Corrin-Tachibana

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Alex Corrin-Tachibana    would be pleased to hear them.