“St Leonards Rd”

by  Richard Fletcher

Published: June 24, 2009

My aching back
was given a prana healing pummelling,
whilst a piano played nextdoor.
I burst a balloon in the scullery
and saw her pain
as she blew bubbles.
Her eyes spoke soft but hefty volumes
and when darker love was demanded
I mislaid the words
that looked for me.
The forests were felled to supply the paper
to print the wit and wisdom
of our guest essayist.
She offered a proud rationale
as to why she didn’t return
causing me to squint
when she killed the switch
to diffuse all gathering voltage.
Shuffling off home
past where the faculty met for chapel,
Komodo dragons fought
over moonlight morsels,
stripping clean the Yucca leaves
and inspiring the Vale
to chortle with mirth.

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