Tuesday, May 09, 2006
something about the seaside...
Here's a poem. I'm pleased with it, so I'm showing it off.
the landings
happy the door dog, his livid cock,
his spumey muzzle a gruff salute
to herring milt, cherry syrup,
salt dust pebbles for him to lick
go around, chime ceramic
restored victorian carousel,
-------wave while
-------the sea tilts
-------you baptismally
-------under,
-------listen up
for the almost imperceptible
ritardando and dismount
the ice cream alarm
is ringing and ringing
“Bathers out!”
calls the umpire,
bright his yellow
ball of office,
bright his klaxon,
cap and flag
up we come like a doomed regiment
shin deep fret of turquoise glass,
divining as the board thrums:
kiss me, kiss me,
we made it again
the landings
happy the door dog, his livid cock,
his spumey muzzle a gruff salute
to herring milt, cherry syrup,
salt dust pebbles for him to lick
go around, chime ceramic
restored victorian carousel,
-------wave while
-------the sea tilts
-------you baptismally
-------under,
-------listen up
for the almost imperceptible
ritardando and dismount
the ice cream alarm
is ringing and ringing
“Bathers out!”
calls the umpire,
bright his yellow
ball of office,
bright his klaxon,
cap and flag
up we come like a doomed regiment
shin deep fret of turquoise glass,
divining as the board thrums:
kiss me, kiss me,
we made it again
# posted by alan hay : 11:46 pm
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Fine perspective shifts, likenings and salty tastings.
Reminds me of something I've just mentioned. Yesterday, in Smith Sqaure, I saw the place anew for an extended moment and all came crystal clear into focus. That also happens when reading and listening to music. And it happened then, on reading your poem. It was as if I were walking along the seafront arches, towards the Palace Pier from the fishmongers.
Reminds me of something I've just mentioned. Yesterday, in Smith Sqaure, I saw the place anew for an extended moment and all came crystal clear into focus. That also happens when reading and listening to music. And it happened then, on reading your poem. It was as if I were walking along the seafront arches, towards the Palace Pier from the fishmongers.
# posted by 
: 9:54 am
: 9:54 am
And there I was, supposing you would never post again because of that suspended Catling review, but instead you were out there, living. Meanwhile I must have left myself logged in because one of my cheeky young colleagues arranged a reminder which popped up yesterday morning at 08:50 - "Cock Tasting 09:00". It made me keep laughing to myself all day. These are strong words, this poem makes me think you live life more sharply than I do.
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