The Seamstress
It is traditional
at this time
of year
to bring down -
from the loft -
the bonfire box .../
It is traditional
at this time
of year
to bring down -
from the loft -
the bonfire box .../
I called it a tithe gate -
but it is a lychgate -
I confused it with barns -
my first mistake .../
Vituperous - you lie -
you low politicians -
with your back-slap careers
and solid state pensions
.../
I wasn't looking for Picasso
but I found him - seated -
whilst my Spanish was poor
his English was gilded .../
Over four feet deep
across St. Marks -
risen too much
for high tide footpaths .../
The olfactory hit kicks in -
smelling at a filed return
of youthful tree climbing -
of guns-made-from-sticks .../
I want our lowering sun to burn
for a much - much - longer last hour -
or even more - brighter than now .../
Theirs is a new
imperialism of ill will -
an underfoot tendril -
like fungi it spreads
.../
Do not turn back the clocks
unless you have the time
to reset your circadian rhythm
and so to fall into line .../
As disordered pages
I read back my life -
until you - as Ludmilla -
entered mine .../