Monday, December 27, 2010

Found Out!




Fledging Three
Doesn't look like me!
Account for yourself, my lady!
You've failed the test!
 You've fouled the nest!
I find your past is shady!
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I trained as a teacher at Brighton Training College, on the South coast of England. Summers were, of course, erratic, but there were days of intense blue heat. At such times we would clamber out of our windows on to the irregularly-shaped roof-tops and sun-bathe leaning up against the lead. This is a poem I wrote sixty years ago when a heat-wave ended as suddenly as it had begun.
DEATH OF A HEATWAVE.

The lead is still warm,
Here, between the sloping salty rooves.
The wall, rough as a cat's tongue,
Is gentle to the back as a newly-vacated bed.
Yet the heat-wave has gone.
It burnt itself out like a too-brilliant match,
And the ash is grey,
The grey of the leaden skies above the lead.
Up from the sea came the mist.
There was a hill and a silver spire.
And now there is only a grey net
In which golden gnats are caught and die.
The sky closed-in upon the sun,
Like the shutter of a dusty camera.
And suddenly it was cold.
Yet the lead is still warm.
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12 comments:

the replicant said...

Ahh, he's gone Cuckoo over nothing!

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Sounds like they could benefit from a little DNA testing. LOL

Love your heat wave poem. Terrific imagery. Thanks for sharing.

Madeleine said...

Oh dear poor Mrs. Pigeon :O)

hope said...

Methinks the bird doth protest too much. ;)

izzy said...

A poem for her?! wow- shady, huh-

Peggy said...

This was funny!
Happy New Year!

Cheryl said...

Fledgling Three. Perfect opener for a great MM.

Granny Sue said...

Suspicion, ever rearing its ugly head. Poor girl, the baby probably is the image of his grandma!

Granny Sue said...

Poor girl

Maria@BubblegumandDuctTape said...

what a cute poem, loved it.

Pat said...

Maybe it was the postman. Oh, nothing like the fury of a cuckolded pigeon. Elegant poem of an inelegant subject. Well done!

I'm submitting this comment a second time because I'm not sure it went through last time.

quilly said...

I always knew she was a little flighty. I told him she wasn't to be trusted.