Such dusty mats of coconut, and hats,
and wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats
on sills that suck the early sun that spills
through glass to pass into the frills and twills
that talk and twitter, pass the time till tiffin,
pass the time of day this way until
the chills of morning pass; and cups and saucers
clink and find the sink.
The daily round’s
begun and yarns are spun in sun and shade
until the fading light brings night; and glass
that’s black as peat reflects the hats and cats
upon themselves while vats of black-tar dark
and bats are kept outside; and clinks announce
that time again that brings the hour for drinks.
Very nice piece of writing that serves to stir the imagination in near to seeing those images that you have deftly painted to page in most remarkable fashion ...
Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
Posted 10 Months Ago
10 Months Ago
Thank you, Marvin. By the way, I contribute to an online radio station called Celtica. It has one sp.. read moreThank you, Marvin. By the way, I contribute to an online radio station called Celtica. It has one speech-only part (the rest bring music) called Squaring the Circle, introduced by a chap called Dave Carrington. He introduces me at the moment (for the next four weeks, I think) reading this poem plus a story I wrote, which is semi-autobiographical and speaks of brain problems (and mentions this poem). In case you're interested: https://www.celticaradio.com/
very nicely done in form...
I like alliteration....and the smoothness, just like cats as they move silently in the dark...
the sun sets, and then the drink sets upon the coaster.
j.