19 November 2010



In the time it took to think of it
a whole song-book of melodies
happened; wasn’t tunes we’re
used too or ever knew for that
matter – but the themes linger

cannot walk away from flavour
which defines me; you’ve eaten
it and I you; the savour is so
specific it exceeds us – says,
hey, let’s dwell on this enigma

stationary at the gates to whom
the legendary visionaries pay a
quaint obeisance; it’s a playful,
“Will you dance the next quadrille?”
Or shall I play with myself...
© 7 Jul 2010, I D. Carswell