Anne, the flowers' Girl

King Wheat, who didn't want on his soft pillows to remain, 
got up and rode his horse to the fields, despite hail and rain,
hoping to find some forgotten dandelion around,
to bring to Anne, the flowers' girl, whose hair locks reach the ground.

He found instead some hidden sweet pea
and came home wet and frozen, but happy.
the courtiers, awash with joy, 
pulled his seat c’ose to the fire, to enjoy
and on a tray served him a cup of elderberry tea.

Meanwhile, the maids were weaving 
a long, golden braid, something divine,
and turned it around Anne's forehead like a long vine…
they were sitting to discuss whether having freckles,
is wonderful or perhaps it's a hassle.

Anne's long eyes blinked, and then they frowned.
Away she turned, 
without any help put on a heavy dress of brocade, 
she looked in the mirror and saw a statue of lead,
that somehow seemed a bit too polished, a bit too dead…

The maids haven't finished preparing the bride
when the King came in, gave a look, and was stricken, wide-eyed…

They put her on a chair; under the veil she was upright,
- so she was as tall as he, and very bright,
from under the folds of her dress popped her foot, shiny, and bare,
and the King bent, kissed her small toe, and they all stare...

Wedding guests were the Field, the Beans and the Weeds,
the bride's gown was carried by the Dark Rabbits,
godfathers were the Poppy and the Deadly Nightshade, 
they carried the Sun and the Moon on pillows with jade.

On Anne's golden shoulders the Wind and Fire were playing in bliss,
the Hedge bedstraw, and the Elderberry came to give her a kiss.
at the sight of approaching Poison Ivy she was startled 
and the groom died of happiness and came back to life thereafter.

The wedding guests all wished them the very best,
fulfillment of all their wishes and requests, 
under the sound of drums and flutes, on the plain
with noise from rattles and from rain.

May God bless all your endeavours with success,
may you be blessed with a house, and orchards with round fruits and cypress, 
and with a pair of twins with golden hair; one prays
that you have light in the short winter days!

And may you from the fruit of forgetfulness never bite, 
may you two loose each other and reunite, 
and may you two look alike and resemble the sun!
and may you be able to 
talk to the animals and to the plants too!

like old men be wise!
and even after your teeth are gone
may you still look at each other and see
that you're still green and gold, and your wings in a thousand colours are coloured!

The bride's dowry was a windmill,
with a red rooster, on the top singing,
 counting both the beginnings 
and the ends, in a time that's too round
where just the field cracks under the drought, all around.

Thirty-one crickets singing in the grass,
mats made of straw, new dishes of glass,
six she-goats, and a he-goat shaking its goatee,
like a house that it's just beginning, you see.

I've been there too, the Dandelion asked me to,
but I have not all seen, whatever there has been 
while dancing with Sun Flower, she raised over and covered me
I couldn't get angry, so I am blooming too, you see!