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Topic: Purple (11/05/09)
- TITLE: The Wedding
By Heather M
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ricochet off polished pillars
and tap dance on the silverware while
they are busy everywhere,
bustling between the settings, polishing;
everything that doesn’t sing with rapt ovation;
or rise to the occasion.
Above translucent marble, mops swirl,
they laugh and twirl, the atmosphere
in ecstasy with jittery expectancy
A regal sentinel sashays
tables, body sways
to the beat of his jeweled pen
checking place tags,
and on he goes.
Then from the gold leafed book he carries
crosses names off;
tosses gaiety about
with nary but commanding clout,
it tumbles soft like mountain
Now and then resolve unglues;
with patent fancy, he scurries
back between the queues,
gilded place cards of bronze
and switches them.
His ripened cheeks grow
pregnant with the mirth it spawns.
Beyond this flurry others flit
between cascading tapestries,
knit final infinitesimal touches
meant to please.
Every chair’s been rubbed with oils
till swarthy cherry lustre boils
over, blushing at the taxing toils.
Napkins ‘blued’ to icy white
quiver with subdued delight
within their opal rings,
‘neath frosted goblets shivering; await
the finest wine to bring to them all
a song to sing.
Between the glittering silver platters
exquisite centerpieces spatter
tables laden for the feast;
the smörgåsbord to be released.
And then with one approving glance
the sentry eyes the endless rows and closes
surveys the room with radiant joy;
a sea of tables bobbing
between the whirling exploits
performed with ginger, expert adroit
merrymaking to deploy.
At his command the doors swing open
wide, the guests pour through and
once inside are taken up with rapt.
And like a roaring waterfall
the pandemonium unwrapped
engulfs them all.
Exuberant and joyous, they
each one adorned with finest garb
and costly jewels array
the laughter, hugs and tears
come after recognition.
one another they discover
great delight at where they have
and to the wonderment on all their faces
a merry shadow looms;
and every eye looks up to see
Silent now the room.
The armies of the Lord stand to the side,
swords slumbering within
and not a breath is heard, nor sigh.
The hue is sapphire, topaz, chalcedony;
His royal robes a purple panoply,
power purged in sacrificial fervency
engulf the glorious Bride.
A radiant display is she
from every tongue and tribe and nation
far and every era vast,
the great expanse of ages past;
the progeny of Eve.
Like thunder, praise erupts,
luminous in jubilation
and through the roar He grins;
as dancing, leaping, they surround Him,
harps and lyres and mandolins
join in the celebration.
The marriage supper
of the Lamb begins!
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