We hold hands with Venus de Milo
Slip gold rings from her fingers
While Alexander takes to his bed
He lies there, a new Nelson of Trafalgar travelling pickled in rum
An obese Lazarus praying he’ll yet be spared walking
“tolle lectum tuum”
We empty-handed jugglers of nonsense
Smell encroachment of rats
Who scratch our bound feet, nibble our ears
Stones, happy at the prospect of action, line our pockets
We’ll return hopeful of new life in the glass house
As spirited goldfinches spread distrust in their songs
A bumble-bee heavy with pollen passes
Bundles home against the warm easterly wind
“Keep yew a troshin’, mush”
Light pours both ways through a closed window
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n.b. GloPoWriMo / NaPoWriMo day 5 challenge, (with too complicated instructions to recount here).
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Alexander: First name of the current Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
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“tolle lectum tuum”: Latin for “Take up your bed”
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Keep yew a troshin’: Broad Norfolk for “Keep going with the threshing” but used as a way to bid farewell, “Go safely”.
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CLP 05/04/2020
Journey of Words 