To a Coy Bridegroom

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To a Coy Bridegroom

Had we but world enough and time,
This quasi-courtship would be fine,
You’d break my heart with cruel words,
And hang around with other birds.
Nocturnal visits to my flat,
Your sudden loving, would be all that
I’d think about all day at work,
Then you’d turn round and be a berk.
I’d flatter you and praise your looks,
Then spurn you, like they do in books.
And none of this would really matter,
Just a game, the craik, the patter
We’d laugh, we’d cry, we’d fight, get better,
Then send each other “Dear John” letters.
Years would go by, and we’d mature
And trust, as soul mates, love so pure.
But dearest one, we have not time
To pussy foot, to think up rhyme,
The truth, the facts, the real brass tacks
Is that I cannot keep on waiting,
In this eternal grown up dating.
You really should have understood,
Your long foray in singlehood
Was over, finished long ago,
It’s only now I’ve let you know.
The marriage day is all arranged,
And you’ll find nothing’s really changed,
So while you’re tall and young and svelte,
Just do as you’re bloody well telt..

Lorraine Mackay

Today we have flowers

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Today we have flowers

Suck down the nectar
Let the sweetness register, hold it to your lips
Like a dying man in the desert,
Press a petal against your skin,
Marvel at the silk soft summer strength of it.
The pollen will stain your hands and make you sneeze,
But that is what it does – it has a job to do.
Remove the black shrivelled scorched pod firmly.
It is full of tiny seeds – like eggs waiting to be born,
Remove them, roughly.
They are the threat.
They must replace the snaking stem
Clinging to the sun-blushed wall
and the swaying pastel colours of the flowers.
They are next year’s news.

Lorraine Mackay