As regular readers will know, I often do whimsy...
A FEELING FOR FANTASY
Strolling by fields of barley, wheat and rye,
my love and I sought lasting rest and peace;
twin spirits hungry for sanctuary,
weary of a world always judging us
We reached woodlands alive with leafy song,
a sonata for lovers everywhere,
paused to ask a tree nymph for its blessing,
keen to turn our backs on urban despair
The nymph warned it was born of the country,
bound by the countryside’s own moral code,
had only heard tales of urbanity,
a Grim Reaper harvesting swathes of road
Such peace here! “For us, too, a gay couple?”
“Ah,” said the nymph, “that depends on people.”
[From: A Feeling for
the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005]
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