Monday, May 28, 2007

Raga's Song

Above me stands the driver,
heels on the curve of my tawny rump.
I don’t mind – he’s blinded
with the weight on his mind.

He carries driftwood
connected finely to the reins.
My reign ends – his begins.

We see hear speak
the world’s weight
in pancakes and champagne.

5 comments:

Verilion said...

I left you a comment over at HQ!

L.M.Noonan said...

Raga sings beautifully, pancakes and champagne, is that an Irish favourite?
yes, Seamus is always coming up with grand ideas. Who knows where it will lead. I vote we visit a member of the pride and stay a week, if we're not turfed out sooner.

apprentice said...

I love the line:

My reign ends
as his begins:

Great work B

Carole said...

I love the word play on 'reign' too. Thanks for visiting my blog.

Minx said...

Oh, you're in - great stuff - what now?