Wrinklebury Soul Food Bisque
by grimbeau
trout brown maroon grey Slaney river sauceboat
gatekeep watching bold fishers
poach some ten pound boots
pink chair hairdresser highlights Daisy;s roots
in Wrinklebury mon amour darkened my door gone half-past four slipped wahey in stealth
having doctored plantive oak leaf moulds
buffed up limbless elfen torsos
made purple heathens quiver stark
pellucid black pools team up with newts– eat spawn like mango chutneys do when stirred