He sailed across the river in a white petaled flower
In his hand he held a black top hat that hundreds of pure white doves flew out of, one after the other
They soared over the murkey waters of the Thames, their wings purring rhythmically until they reached the bank
It was then the magic happened and I couldn’t believe my eyes
Each and every one of them turned into beautiful blonde women in dresses of pure white silk.
By Lucy Williams