Sunday, 14 July 2013

Amati



                 she so
              resembled
             a cello with
           her suntanned
       back and long dark
            plait hanging
                 down
                 like a
           fingerboard
          that I fancied
   the notion of tattooing
  f holes to either side of
 her fine waist. I would put
    a bow in her hair and
         gently seat her
                 on a
                    s
                    p
                    i
                    k
                    e

       
 

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Snake


Long dry days
followed the rain.
I sat at the water trough
in my pyjamas
waiting for a snake.
None came.

Steady weather
would make my mind
easier in my head.

But these constant
inclemencies
leave me waiting
for uncrowned kings,
golden snakes,
instead.



Ref. 'Snake' DH Lawrence

Included in 'A Fright of Jays' published by Maquette Press Summer 2015