A Kendal Mint Cake Crisis

Brace yourself my dear.
It’s a holiday in Cumbria.
Cut short.

A Kendal mint cake crisis.
Market Square psychosis.

Paperbacks,
bric a brac.
a holy cd,
a cup of tea.

Silly old me.

I grabbed your slab.
Did not ask you see.

You reared up.
Black Beauty.
Horse and froth.

Me,
a nervous
cough.

You threw your bag,
at my head.
Knocked me to my bed.

Nick Drake’s ‘Bryter Layter’
spinning, a precious coin.
The northern sky
silent and benign.