Paul Eustice Botany Bay William Carlos Williams is a famous poet and yesterday I had his plums in my mouth. As he died in 1963, this statement is open to misinterpretation. I
opened the fridge, or ‘icebox’, and I saw The shine and bloom of a small bunch Of cold red grapes in a white bowl. Without thinking, Without making a conscious moral choice, I
picked two out and rolled them on my tongue Then, Keatsian to the core, I burst the grape Against my palette and the juice spilled And I was … transported. You thieving sod,
said a voice behind me, I
was saving those for later. Forgive me,
I panted, I
was having a metatextual moment and, Although small, they were delicious, But extremely cold. 1963 was a long time ago, so it was a draught of vintage, in a way. Page Up l Poems |