Food for thought (advent postcard)

Those long strides of Hong Kong dukes 

that arrived where no castles had grown

You might as well of placed those coins 

on Rainforest eyes planning to turn and

swathe the world in cotton.

Whilst wool loomed large in historic town 

only loaned along with tavern terms 

carved on cutty sark boxes sunk along 

with cutlery a god in need of the rest 

a line break to feed a thought lost 

in coves.


turtle soup where garlands 

Lay their flowering bulbs of orange 

Courts scented by perfume girls 

Bathing In barrelled salts and at a 

Pinch Oil of Uranus already mined.