ANOTHER DAY

ANOTHER DAY   TIM WILLIAMS MARCH 2014

TO-DAY THE MIST CLINGS TO THE MOUNTAINS
LIKE BONFIRE SMOKE, AND RABBITS PLAY
" CATCH ME IF YOU CAN ", AS WILD AS ACTRESSES
AND THE NEWS ANNOUNCE'S THAT LLANGOLLEN'S
" LONELY TREE " HAS LAYED DOWN TO SLEEP, POOR DAB.

THE MIST NOW TRANSFORMS, INTO HER CLOSE
RELATIVE THE FOG, AND DESCENDS TO CWTCH THE
TOWN, ENGULFING AND DEVOURING THE WARM
TERRACES, TOWNSFOLK AS DARK FORMS,
FUMBLE THROUGH HER GUIDE-DOG'ED SHROUD.

HEADLIGHTED VEHICLES MOVE LIKE BIG CATS
AFTER DARK, THROUGH HAZE FILLED STREETS
WITH SQUINTING PARTIALLY SIGHTED SEADOGS
AT THE HELM, ONE EYE ON THE LIGHTHOUSE TRAFFIC
LIGHTS, THE OTHER FOR " MAN OVERBOARD " AND WRECKS.

CLOTHING BECOMING QUICKLY MOIST FROM HER
CARESS, BEARDED AND MOUSTACHED MEN DRIP
THEIR DAMPNESS, AND THINK OF CAFE TEA AND
WELSHCAKES, STIRRING WARMTH AND SWEETNESS
INTO THEIR DAMPISH , DOGEND DAY.

THE SUN WORKS UP A SWEAT, IN A STALWART ATTEMPT
TO SEND THE FOG HOME, BLASPHEMING TO HER MOUNTAIN LAIR
FINALLY SUCCEEDING, WORRIED FLUORESCENT CYCLISTS
RIDE TO THE HOB FOR BREAKFAST'S OF EGGS AND JUICE,
AND THE CLOCK TIC-TOCS LIKE A HEARTBEAT..