Reading 41 - Pendulum
Pendulum
We jumped the drainage ditches of our youth,
And overhead the wild skeins flew,
Whilst in the hidden black marsh,
The sullen strangling reeds slowly part.
And Lo; I saw the sun shining
off the bright flamenco wings of a flying parrot,
I danced chest to breast with a cuddly girl
in the pink flamingo ballroom,
I kissed her lips and through the white rain
Added unimagined colours to the rainbow.
I found myself walking
on a tropical island beach,
warm mud squeezing between my toes.
Her licking tongue took me
to a field where buttercups grow,
and a balding man played lusty sweating jazz.
Some dark tender in her eye
made me stumble and stampede;
Willingly I ran,
Cranes circled in the high-blue sky,
My masts - racing - rounded the Horn,
Each touch; the sudden stooping of time,
Her spark; hard-hurled against mine.
Afterwards; the sea
Was that beautiful torn silver-grey,
A wistful wash; A sad forlorn soliloquy
in remembrance of mermaids past,
A calm oration in Nature’s fine tongue,
Before the smashing vengeance of Cyclone Divine.
In the sunken black swamp,
The slow slow pitch of the pendulum;
Ever returning.
