The Rev Nice-Grub paused life struck
shopping list of savoury dainties before her
incomplete: savoury quails eggs, spiced cheeses…
Holy music meandered ox-bowed
midlife muddy water curved solidly,
strong, steady laps undercut the bank
vile, grass clod bays and inlets for voles
cans and ducks. Captives get marooned
on a cut off clump, excised by wake and wind,
and wave forlornly: we wave back, hollow eyed.
Our off white hull stirs large laps as it hums past,
scary aftermath loosens more sods that collapse
under the webfoot gait of ducks and swans
and wellyboots of anglers and toddlers
leaving small gashed inlets for thin quick snakes.
…crudites, nice dips, potato chips, nuts.
Too bad heavy day, frown and sigh, we watch
Thick marmaladen flies circle
Pure white perfect dove’s egg nesting in sea
green potted purple heather lavender
surrounded by grubby pink, limp bloomers,
purple legs and arms like Matisse dancers.
A hoverfly, pauses for a butcher’s,
but soon Dakotas off to pastures other –
The wasp on the chocolate brown bacolite
radio had advised so over breakfast.
Smoke pause and coffee slug
Curtain sloped out window
Sucked out, outsuck drag.
Shit! Banged red exposed elbow.
Smokestained drapes: salmon peach,
Tucked comfortably in twixt
bizzy-lizzy and big green shiny pot
imagine it plonked on silver beach
the shadows lengthen, sunbathers are vexed
some move, some curl up cold, and some do not.
Little happens slow
Crave still and clear vision,
you never know it could, you know.
Bad lad down,
clear out of town.
Do not darken our door
bad news boy.
Come back when we’re gone out.
Sit down hard and think about it,
what you did,
You. Serves you right, eh?
Got your just deserts.
Look at you standing
lost in long grass
with toffee in your hair,
bramble scrammed calves
Hide from the passing voices.
You’re on the run on your own.
Outsider till the smell of onions
frying, then, caught on the horns of…
so no impact,
mock the weak,
so to speak,
ridicule the powerful,
in the vestibule,
Nose to grindstone.
This is peace!
More mud than sludge.
What we put inside eachother…
do not nose. So, what’s to do today?
Sun, food, cider, shower…
Parsifal’s gone fishing should anyone ask.