7 April 2012
SEVENLING
On the black drop of heaven
the rings of Saturn
in scalding beauty
On the black pan
in butter-spat pattern
the fried egg on roti
Oh astrogastronomy!
8 April 2012
THE MAYOR RECEIVES AN HONOURED VISITOR
LOUPEUX-DES-REIS 1869
Yes, we know God and Jesus, Sister, but we
do not care for them, nor the priest. They scowl and
threaten us, send foxes to the lambs, curry
strife. Only Mary has Heaven’s keys to hand
and, more everyday, Saint Cassjambe’s sepulchre
for broken bones, the oak stumps at Perpont if
you squint, and when the mounting stones won’t do for
your needs, moss from Samson’s diddle to conceive.
Fairies? They only trouble us on certain
days, and at night the Devil’s beasts pass mostly
above Rambille, not us, so we do well then
except the new priest won’t baptise our cattle.
So our faith is strong - ask all you meet today
though you’re not born here - you won’t know what they say.
Dunc,
ReplyDeleteAstrogastronomy!!!
You rock so hard :-) I spent last night ogling the Moon and then Saturn, appearing here in the Northern Hemisphere an hour after midnight in the south, outshone by Arcturus the guardian of bears, in Bootes, the ox-driver.
Yes, I used an app and wikipedia.
Sorella
Hey Dunc, I love Sevenling. Astrogastronomy-- unexpected and excellent! And I like: and when the mounting stones won’t do for/your needs, moss from Samson’s diddle to conceive.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the read, Scarlett
Love the scalded egg in the heavens and the neologism.
ReplyDeleteAnd Samson's diddle. Fairies and priests that won't baptize cattle. You bring new life to Sonnets. Shakespeare must be rolling over.
Scalding beauty is perfect.
ReplyDeleteLove these!
Vicky