Magazine article The Spectator

Status Quo Vadis

Magazine article The Spectator

Status Quo Vadis

Article excerpt

As any good poem is always ending, The fence looks best when it first needs mending.

Weathered, it hints it will fall to pieces -- One day, not yet, but the chance increases With each nail rusting and grey plank bending.

It's not a wonder if it never ceases.

In beauty's bloom you can see time burning:

A lesson learned while your guts are churning.

Her soft, sweet cheek shows the clear blood flowing Towards the day when her looks are going Solely to prove there is no returning The way they came. There's a trade wind blowing.

We know all this yet we love forever.

Build her a fence and she'll think you're clever.

Write her a poem that's just beginning From start to finish. You'll wind up winning Her heart, perhaps, but be sure you'll never Hold on to the rainbow the top sets spinning.

What top? The tin one that starts to shiver Already, and soon will clatter. The river Of colour dries up and your mother's calling Your name while the ball hasn't finished falling, And you miss the catch and you don't forgive her. …

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