A Spray Of Water Drops Poem by Louise Tredoux

My wedding dress resembles a spray of water drops
around me, looking just like the sprays of sea water
I always kick up when I come out of the sea, and I
love it, I have my anchor and sea-weed concoction
to carry, the rough-hewn canopy is ready, Rudi has
his suit with the pants to be rolled up, the beach party
is ready all unconventional, champagne and glasses
have been organized, Rudi’s colleagues allowed him to
survive his stag party, Juliette’s sea-green dress turns
her into a mermaid, the pastor is paid, Rudi walks about
with a shine in his eyes, I can’t sleep any more, we
have practiced the ceremony on the beach, Juliette
and Werner came over and we all drank too much in
exuberant spirits, I think modesty went overboard, all
acting lewdly like Romans of old, but some decadence
to get rid of inhibitions is recommended, Juliette’s parents
will attend, a few of my old school friends, Rudi’s colleagues,
I’m dreaming, floating, enjoying, delighted, an old Cadillac
will drive me to the beach, my new swimsuit is ready to
be worn underneath, it will be a dream come true –
and marvelously, my father will be there too…