Attercliffe of Bangkok

Another poem I wrote many years ago.

Attercliffe of Bangkok

 by me

Banana palms fruiting

machinery chugging

behind corrugated fences

Coconuts lying un needed

on the grass

Helicopters

bright butterflies

clear blue skies

A long wait for the Sheik

who talks and talks

Hours go by

In the grassy dark of palms

the thin white cat

eats duck I bought.

Audrey and I went on the field service Tuesday morning, after a shopping trip - to the pet shop - food for the birds - which reminds me that another pigeon has taken to sitting on our balcony railings.   Which causes me, typing peacefully away, to be terror struck by a sudden ROAR of GET OFF MY BALCONY!!  from Himself.  The pigeon sits there calmly - flying slowly off at the last minute (a second before the foaming Captain Butterfly reaches it) - while I flap round the room in a panic and knock myself out trying to fly through the mirror.

Blood test this morning.  New med no fun.  Ken and Jean will pick me up at 7 for the Brighton Convention.