from Change in the Wind
Formula one bees and wasps
criss-cross overhead
and I lie beached in a welcome backwater
on a rock that generations
have both cursed and blessed
near where the wild land meets the sea
and crow and seagull do war
for the pickings, from both tip and
shore.
The put-putting to sea of the one-man
fishing boat
stitches peace and permanence,
as they go out to examine patient lobster
pots,
baited and waiting.
Lobster or cuckold. -
both strained from the sea, by deceit.
Whoever has enjoyed
the last supper now takes his turn
to be enjoyed.
There is no guilt in sacrifice
here.
Love those Formula one bees and wasps! LOL
ReplyDeleteKay Kinghammer
ReplyDeleteReally liked this one.
Linda Ibbotson
ReplyDeleteLove this Niall from your book. A rich landscape indeed..