The Wedding Party

Wind undressed the sky, bared a canvas painted blue.  Motley faces of sunflower smiles and festive air; an abstract splash, each gleamed; each swung in purple dress, waiting for the bride, a summer moon, to float to the stage as funnels of colored rays crisscrossed: the shimmer of light.  Surreal charm, the display of a galaxy of heaven's stars   offset against the blue. The world asleep, the heavens agog with bulging eyes as the bride glided, floating; not turning right or left, set for the peopled hall lit by faces painted crimson. Bated breath charged the air as gathering of God's victorious saints spelled creation.  Rapturous applause—sounds of praise, of merrymaking— sun, moon, stars aired soft tunes; lightning arced across the sky; thunder rumbled. Cutleries clattered, signaling the bride's arrival!  I sat in glimmering red at a table decked with white roses. © 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi