To be honest, I haven’t followed much of the hoopla about the marriage of Kate and William that took place today (at an ungodly hour here in California), but it has brought to mind memories. I’m old enough to remember the coronation of Queen Elizabeth but I was young enough to have paper dolls of the Queen and dreams of what it would be like to be a princess. Much later, I watched the wedding of Diana and Charles and witnessed all the tragedy the unfolded in subsequent years. And so, these are the thoughts that rumble in my mind and asked to be expressed poetically. My prayers are with the couple, that life be kind to them and they be faithful to each other.
Little girl princess-dreams arise
like steam from underneath the streets.
A world unknown to most, at best
inhabited by elegance and power,
masking seeds of betrayal or basking
in a sun-blest meadow?
Hold the future tenderly—a butterfly
borne away upon a breath of spring,
the fragile petal of a poppy torn apart by lust,
the shattering of vows once spoken?
Or love that lingers like a kiss till death
violates illusion of a life beyond destruction.