The Song Of The Bride (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Eugène N. Marais, in answer to Johan Myburgh)

The bright sun shines in her eyes when she does awake,
when she moves blue-white thunder roar as bracelets,
all of the winds she does gather in her hands,
when she prepares winter for her own time and place.
Grass does sprout and blossoms do flower where she touches,
her secret rites and formularies do land everywhere,
shy she sneaks around in her own great sacrifice
while she guards with great care the coming of new life.
When the antelope do smell her coming they do tread dust-clouds,
while the insects and birds do sing about her coming,
rain do fall for her as confetti right across the land,
while the sparks of her bracelets shake and flash blue-white,
a paradise appears when she brings great magic,
where she is just another season in the scope of the universe.

[References:"Die dans van die reën" (The dance of the rain)by Eugène N. Marais."Lied van die bruidegom" (Song of the bridegroom)by Johan Myburgh.]

© Gert Strydom