Saturday, 14 May 2011


From Tupperware containers, in the shade
of Kirkstall Abbey, we assemble
elderflower jam and scotch eggs into a tale
of origins, of stolen red bicycles
on holiday in Wales.

The wasps' intrigue reminds us
to keep our hands clean.

You end up sitting on a daisy
without realising, and when you stand
it's pressed flat against your 501s,
tacky with chlorophyll.

Time passes, throwing
the Abbey's shadow around
like the silhouette of a drunken sundial.
When the sky begins to bruise,
we pack ourselves up,
discard the wrappers and take
empty Tupperware back to empty houses.

originally published at I Love West Leeds

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