Noche de Reyes

Noche de Reyes

Staring at the glass- ceiled door her breathing

Sight of relief when the alarm bell shall bring

A bad taste of what is to come. Venom. Sting.

The noise from the streets were heavy soothing.

Noche de reyes was the worst time. Rating

Feeling of derision. Feeling of defeat. Appalling

I should eat more ‘roscón’. As it’s debilitating

But the Cuban song was in a way. Cruel. Spoiling.

The rigid structure. The combined effort of Placido

The clam. The fright. The devotion. The lure bells

Away from this world so many obligations dispel

Come next Sunday the magical spirit ‘torcido’.

[interrupted 10h20 and 13h55 Richmond 6 January 2020] 20200601P006

Take on the Sheen

Parking the bus for potential greatness

As we walked to mark another by-election

Critical leaflets were thrown on side of wilderness

That old effort was never mentioned. No mention.

Setting the bus alight for greater compassion

As we brutally condemn disruptive behaviour

And yet most pamphlets were celebrated as saviour

Against the Sheen shame breeding secession.

When victories are those of the many Eton

When defeats are those of the single Windsor

Proximity of populist monarchy was seen before

But their collaboration is no longer a fiction.

[interrupted 7h55 On the 33 Bus from Barnes station 8 January 2020] 20200801P007

Blossom or lost?

The ivory tower was that of old merger

He could not bear to have cargo wired

They had moved from luxury to tower eager

To diversify a portfolio of assets less inspired

She was the first to exert such illustrious

She was not prepared to wait for the spurious

She was so decisive and her days so glorious

She was keen to challenge anything dubious.

Blossom or you are lost. She knew her way;

Was she prepared to work hard, play soft?

To some, she had her post. But she won’t stay

And yet, to many, after a while as old as loft.

She had raised the standards to the SKY.

[interrupted 17h45 On the train from Barnes 8 January 2020] 20200801P008