Jeepers Creepers. How flipping radical is that? Please see below, a poem for our wedding (punctuated with photos from our talented and wonderful friends, just incase you’re a “picture” kind of person)…
De Hoop, on the occasion of a wedding
We gathered beneath
The meeting tree, a
Great embracing ficus wide
And old. We gathered, born
By the ocean and the wind
To your betrothal, to your pledging
To the moment at which your lives
Were about to turn.
The wind drew breath
As it has done since our
Ancestors gathered shellfish
On the shores to the
South, perhaps marveled at the
Awesome shapes that rose against the swell
Dark and mysterious, or
Flushed a skulking heron to its
Laboured beat, tracking it across the
Vlei to its next rocky roost.
As dresses billowed and scarves took flight
Above us swirled a vortex of
Swifts and swallows and saw-wings, the gleaming
Perfect shapes banking, then
Cutting the wind as the first wild drops of rain
Brought a blessing to us all.
