This month, Elizabeth Jane Timms joins us with the first in a small series of her Cornish themed poems.
The boat, hush, the boat is bringing me – and the bluebells
Are ringing out for my wedding –
When I depart, may the dew of the dawn be my diadem
And the morning mist my only veil –
Let the sea’s benediction be upon my brow – in the sign of the cross –
And evermore shall we call this day blessed.
As I climbed the steep hill in my long dress –
A beam of sunlight flickered over my third finger,
Washed upon the sands, I had come to the church,
A daughter of these shores to be given – to you,
As the only gift I had left to bring.
Were the wild berries in my hair –
The ground, our wedding guest, dried its green lashes of grass
On my skirts – as if the place did not wish to give me up.
I ran through the grasses, as the bells of the church rang out
My joy to the distant horizon.
You who were not invited – the wild dandelions,
The lone blackbird!
The morning mist was gone:
The veil had been lifted.