Shag me in the moonlight, Mr Johnson,
Worry not where thou hast parked thy bike
For it shall be found at daybreak
Once the chill of night hath receded…
Earth’s satellite casts reflected beams,
Lights a-twinkling off the sea
Illuminating my own lusty globes.
Mirrors of that majestic orb above.
Take me on the beach,
Yea – take me on the beach, and take me again,
(But not the pebbly bit
‘Cos that’s where my arse got bruised on Wednesday).
Pebbles
This poem, “Pebbles”, is what I suppose could be termed “romantic verse”. I’ve especially tried to capture the balance between sensitivity – the desire and yearnings of a woman, and the harsh realities of nature, – the environment in which she has to live her life, (reflected in her physical surroundings); and also the treatment to which she is subjected, – cold, unfeeling – an almost unkind manifestation of nature, combined with insensitivity of man – (This is hinted at by his concern for his bike). The warm desire of femininity shines through however, and gives an upbeat ending to the piece.
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