Without using Google.
And when the strangers
To whom I gave a lift
Spoke to me of the extraordinary
Light in the Western sky;
I often missed its changes.
And, later, when words were required
To intervene at the opening of Art Exhibitions,
It was not the same.
He gathered himself
As he had done as a boy
Between the clang of the hammer
Amid the sparks
A guileless, wordless question
To his mind anvil-solid.
There was an old woman from Nantucket
She lived modestly
As she had originally come from Cloonrane.
Lines close at 3pm.
5.15pm UPDATE: B) and C) are the work of parody. A) is from Squee’s poem When Will The Time Come.
Earlier: ‘Lame Stale, Stilted.”