By candle.
Mind’s eye flix…instead I stalk
awkward, push his wheelchair, crossing,
three-point-turning,
tricornering, crossing back,
leant on bedstead,
with free limb, revolve said chair, repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Sit and sweat and look
and realize why he smells off.
The do it again.
And again. Again.
Waiting for…forgot.
Purple sloping Wonderfield
Bog cattle hugging below
Sat like the statue thinking
Halfway up on a blasted stump
Beneath a humming pylon
Beside a scruffy gorse
Sits a painted horse
Myrtle twizzling track
Made respectable by
Tarmac and white strips
Desiccated coconut flakes
Magnolia and cherry blossom
Windblown dusting cows snouts
Makes them shuffle, snort in concert
Painted horse sneezes along aloof