‘Not Now’: the second of a triptych of poems in honour of the Royal Wedding

May 20, 2011

NOT NOW

‘Is this a king I see before me?

Why, I dare say it is

And not a bad-looking king either

Even if I do say so myself’.

And William’s reflection smiles back at him

But only for a moment

Before the mirror announces the presence

Of his brother

Dressed as an SS Storm Trooper

‘Not now, Harry. Not today.’

*

Hours later, stood at the altar

Nervously awaiting his beautiful bride

The man who would be king

Is distracted momentarily

By an insistent tugging at his arm:

‘These bloody shoes. Awful things. Killing my feet.

Cobbled together by some gook in Taiwan, of course.’

‘Not now, granddad.’

*

A thousand flashes light the aisle

The happy couple stroll arm in arm

And there amidst the well-wishers

A small and tubby bespectacled man

His eyes beholding this radiant new princess

His face crumpled in tear-stained sincerity

His mouth opened in song

His voice – almost, but not quite, lost beneath the clatter –

and near to breaking:

‘… like a candle in the wind.’

‘Not now, Elton.’

TBM

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