Idle Chatter Poem by Tricia LucasClarke

Idle chatter, ladies natter, men are nervous, children clatter
round and round never sitting still
cannot wait much longer ‘til.
Here she is in all her splendour,
perfect posture, lips are tender
full of kisses for a true love beau.
Smiling happy celebration
long awaiting jubilation
excited happy little faces
jump up and squeeze through spaces
have to be there have to see
what will happen what will be.
Music plays choir sings
tears of joy this moment brings.
Silence whispers nervous tension
they say ” I do”
No apprehension.
Music plays choir sings
Congregation join the Hymns.
Flowers thrown and petal scatter
Cake is eaten, ladies natter...