The bombs fall
On Dorking town.
The twin bedded composer
And his aquiline wife
Stretch out their hands
And shake with fear.
In the middle
His young mistress
Holds them both
Like a conduit
The half dead and the half guilty
Shudder through her body.
The muse
Herself frightened
Vibrates like an Aeolian harp
One hand coupling the arthritic angel of death
One hand (warm and moist)
Entwined with the oversized man
Who waits for the fruits to fall.
Tick tock
The clock begets an hour
One more precious day
Taken from the wife
And pulsed beyond the mistress
To Big Ben’s hammered chimes.
London calling
Uncle Ralph, now Falstaff in disguise
Will soon consume it all
Smashing the crockery
Like a disarranged teddy bear
Waiting for his picnic
As hunger, rage and love
Fray the past and its weathered bonds.
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Gar Jones: February 2017
On Dorking town.
The twin bedded composer
And his aquiline wife
Stretch out their hands
And shake with fear.
In the middle
His young mistress
Holds them both
Like a conduit
The half dead and the half guilty
Shudder through her body.
The muse
Herself frightened
Vibrates like an Aeolian harp
One hand coupling the arthritic angel of death
One hand (warm and moist)
Entwined with the oversized man
Who waits for the fruits to fall.
Tick tock
The clock begets an hour
One more precious day
Taken from the wife
And pulsed beyond the mistress
To Big Ben’s hammered chimes.
London calling
Uncle Ralph, now Falstaff in disguise
Will soon consume it all
Smashing the crockery
Like a disarranged teddy bear
Waiting for his picnic
As hunger, rage and love
Fray the past and its weathered bonds.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-567375/Vaughan-Williams-wife-mistress-shared-bed.html
Gar Jones: February 2017