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:
I left you a comment over at HQ!
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.
I love the line:
My reign ends
as his begins:
Great work B
I love the word play on 'reign' too. Thanks for visiting my blog.
Oh, you're in - great stuff - what now?
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