Here is a poem from my first poetry collection, Dandelions for Mothers’ Day, published by Stride in 1988, about an occasion before my own marriage in 1976. Weddings are always a cause for celebration for commoners and royals alike.
Fishing (Before Marriage)
Canal fishing in the Bridgewater,
chewing flapjacks, baiting the hooks with bread:
he watches the float; I see only
the water’s wedding-dress brocade.
Nothing doing. He digs for worms,
catches two sticklebacks together,
each mouth on each worm half,
like lovers, clasped mouth on mouth.
Wanting roach, he scorns Jack Sharps.
We pack up, catchless, satisfied,
telling his floats like beads,
in Walton Gardens, mouth on mouth.
We have decided to have a little garden party for our neighbours afterwards, because we enjoy their company and it’s a good chance to have fun outside in this pretty weather.