Thursday, March 27, 2014

Boadicea

photo by P.I.

From up here
Triangulated
The town shrugs on a brand new coat
And looks back at me over one shoulder
I smile
As if to placate her barking dogs
But England is
And will always be
Unfriendly
Inchoate
Unable to close the open shape
Or cover her cleavage
Unwilling to look me in the eye

3 comments:

Harlequin said...

oh man, I love love love this poem. gorgeous.

I am back from a funk of overcommitment, post chemo sickblahs and just plain blah blah blah blahs.
so glad to see this tonight.
great edge you have, Garth.

Garth said...

Harlequin! wonderful to hear from you.

Anonymous said...

Thanks!
Lobe were here.