I’m trying for humour
(and getting it wrong)
something of whimsy
like a Stackridge song.
Your smile is tourniquet
tight -a real lemon-biter’s-
in sugaring this pill I
might still lose your respect.
But when things matter we
simply make a joke of it;
a very British thing,
mocking the serious, a bit
like laughing in the face
of some unbearable disease,
denying our mind space
to consider the consequences.
Comments
littleditty | March 21, 2008 - 11:05
ain't that the truth - liked the second stanza, and the tourniquet, didn't like 'lemon-biter's' cos i stumbled over bitter, and i felt all clumsy! was that supposed to happen?! Good poem Ewan - Brits eh?
Foster (not verified) | March 21, 2008 - 12:35
I liked this a lot, Ewan. Speaks true of many people, myself included. The quick two-stanza setup worked well - I guess there's more to say on the subject, but why say it all? Well done.
Doeslittle | March 21, 2008 - 23:07
I loved it. Particularly the first stanza. Clever writing.