Misty Morning / Rodley

Living amongst sounds
but flying from words:
the titchy thriplings
and twittering twerplebirds.

A gaggle of Canada's finest
look to their Freddie Mercury
to lead them in a medley
of call and response honking.

The shimmering straw-coloured sun burns off
the final wisps of candy floss,
floating high above a sorbet landscape,
crystalline in morning time.

Frozen figures thaw then walk
like rudely awakened Cybermen.

Who is this who is coming?
In Crombie coat and leather cap,
his trousers liberally sprinkled
with aniseed?

He is fighting a losing battle
with the demons of his mind.

If Maxim de Winter comes,
can his Springer Spaniels be far behind?

B.R. 16/03/2018

Picture by B.R.