Wednesday, 1 April 2009
GBMD - April 2008.
'Complaint in A Wash-out Season'
My mind's in pickle. Think of my talents all soused
in rainwater, April you All Fool's Month, you've doused
the light of your joke. Call of this protracted
intransigent deluge,it's hackneyed;
nothing to grizzle about now-winter's gone knock-kneed,
so turn off the tap,
you monstrous infant wetting Infinity's lap.
You turned the garden hose on;
you spat a million missiles through a hundred dozen
long-range peashooters. You should be past
practical jokes in bad taste;
and what an old has-been you look when you flash
in the face of the sun in a shot-silk taffeta sash
and lift the petticoat clouds and dance a fandango.
You've rinsed the guaranteed colours out of the rainbow.
At least when you wash your dye-streaked hair,
be so kind as to shake it out elsewhere,
and request the adenoidal firmament
not to sneeze all over my temperament.
~ Dame Muriel Spark,1918 -2006.
This is my April post for Garden Bloggers' Muse Day hosted by Carolyn Gail - you will find lots more poems and musings on April over at her blog Sweet Home and Garden Chicago.