While it feels like a vast distance we’re only 25 minutes
away - and yes, it is a bit stranger on the other side; for
starters the word-play ‘subtlety’ takes no prisoners over
there, or am I imagining 20 years of humourless lingua
Peachester where the adroitness of terms merged into
grey anonymity; crikey, here repartee’s a smorgasbord
all the time - but we’re south of the Glasshouse divide,
hidden amongst eldritch hills with names like Mt Mee
It seems pioneer is deeper in this demesne, more than
the northern-slopes sophisticates, so if rustic takes the
mickey out of being polite here a ‘richness’ of dialogue
bakes th’ cake a little bit differently; suffice to say we’d
scoff at any who took the district ‘Delaney’s Creek’ too
seriously - especially if you live near Bungo brook
© 28 February 2015, I. D. Carswell
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