Thursday, 4 October 2012
Just a poem for National Poetry Day
Frank and Felicity/A Marriage
Passion was in hiding somewhere that night
and even the moon was absent for their union
in their honeymoon bed of half-measures
and pale imitations. For his movements were too clumsy,
or bungling with half-baked hamhandedness.
The marriage of hobo and dreamer? Such a bad idea
but he had been blessed with the gift of quackery
and on the Nile in a faded felucca
he had charmed himself into her heart.
A gypsy had foretold her a future of
a life with no fun with a man in fine fettle
who would stand stubbornly in his own light which
shaded her too and faded her dreams till they died.
A wasted life with a man, feckless and foolhardy,
a would-be pirate destined to roam and to be
a dark mystery, a cowboy, a dare-devil desperado.