Nampara

I hung out at SMELTDOWN,
the inaugural Poldark music festival,
one glorious summer's day
in the Nampara Valley.

After fifteen flagons of Rattler,
all the men started dancing
around their tricorn hats.
And let's not forget to mench
all them pretty wenches y'all -
fair Demelza wore no more
than a winsome smile
and a dusty pair
of old riding boots.
'twas the most thrilling quadrille
ever seen this side of Trenwith!

I wanted to stay for the Cornish wafers,
wait for the last pasty to be crimped
before I limped off into the night...

...but George Warleggan rode in
on his electric horse
and served us with
a noise abatement notice.

B.R. 10/08/2019

George Warleggan-Zardoz takes a quick breather from spreading despondency and despair wherever his wee stone head hovers. Picture by B.R.