My Fairy Tale Wedding

As I watched the wedding of Meghan Markle and Prince Harry (a real life fairy tale every little girl dreams of), I was taken back to my childhood when I used to imagine in my grandma's attic that I was a princess waiting for my prince charming to arrive. We would dance and my dress was floating like a gauzy cloud. Meghan was just an ordinary girl, well she was a actress, of course but so was I when I used to make believe. And even when I walked through the forest close to my home, it became a magical place and I was a princess lost, then the dashing prince on his horse would find me and we would life happily ever after. the birds sang loudly unseen in the drooping trees the little girl twirled That night in my dream, I was a normal girl who is marrying a prince, but not in England but in my city. A beautiful city full of history and charm. (With the Queen as our Monarch) . My dreamy wedding takes place in the largest church in Ottawa, Notre Dame Cathedral with it's breathtaking interior, Gothic style. Every citizen of the city has come and the cathedral bells are ringing over the city and through the streets. Every important person has turned out, even the royal family. My father walks me down the isle beaming with pride (which is odd as his address is Heaven) and my mother looking beautiful is weeping (her address is Heaven too, infact, my whole family lives there). My dress is perfection, like a cloud drifting. And when we say I do, there is a great cheer. pigeons in steeples flutter as we step in sun cooing and bells twine _______________________ May 30, 2018 Poetry/Haibun/My Fairy Tale Wedding Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1027-108-01 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Fairy Tale Contest sponsor, Alexis Y. First Place