A Cornish Wedding

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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.

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Elizabeth Jane Timms
Elizabeth Jane Timms is a royal historian, freelance writer, research professional and poet, based in Oxford. She is a member of the Oxford Writers' Circle and the University of Oxford Poetry Society. She writes for journals, magazines, newsletters and the web. She divides her time between Oxford and London.

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