SOPHIE’S WORDS: Spoken, Written and Sung
A soiled nappy
sealed with ironic propriety
lies flaccid and grey
staining the green grass verge.
Muddy polythene sheet
flaps like shoddy petticoats
flung over the sandstone wall.
Its plastic pallor
contradicts a time-worn tapestry
of silver lichens and dusky oranges.
Cheap maroon sofa
sagging in shame
blights the entrance to a golden field
spiked and preened from harvest.
And that lovely couple from the white stone cottage
wander down the lane.
Their curly-haired boy on his shiny red bicycle
weaves delight between them.
swinging from their arms
fit to receive the blackberry bounty
hanging plump in the hedgerows.
they gather empty crisp packets
Sophie Bancroft Jan 2018