Ode to a Farm Shop

Sit me quietly
in a corner of this fudge kitchen
- not a euphemism -
and I will be content,
watching soft white hands
tending copper pans,
golden conch shells
filled with caramels,
sacks of macadamias
and big bags of Brazils.

This certainly is one posh farm shop,
staffed by uni-educated livestock:
three-deep sheep stack the shelves,
Wooly Bully bellows from behind the till.
Outside, the mallards all wear tabards
and intruding coots model two-tone suits,
while snowdrops and crocuses wait for the spring,
sleeping under a blanket of icing.

B.R. 11/02/2018