by Dorothea Barth ©2010
Mosaic altar, I am told, will change
As revelry with thirst and sun combines
And wedding guests their sentiments arrange
To vineyard fountain pouring forth blush wines;
Defeated dragonfly to ants immune
Love’s triumph is the message of this day
My bow is taut, my violin in tune
My stage arranged to keep the heat away
Grand estate whose master wears an air
Of jovial server, lecherous intents,
Clandestine sighs for maidens young and fair
Whose sweet ensemble to the bride attends.
To clean this home her days are occupied,
Tonight, instead, a glorious, gleeful bride.
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.