(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Just The Way It Is(For Janice)

Here, always
in our back garden

the clouds form
themselves into a cauldron

& the sun
a white hot ingot

is flung
fiery into it

burning a hole
in the sky

as if God
(the sleepy sod)

has dozed off

& forgot
to put his cigarette


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Comments (2)

Hey, this is so amazing amusing little piece 'God forgot to put his cigarette out' :) You made me laugh and love it :)
In a nutshell, Dónall! We have spent so many happy hours gazing up at that bowl of sky that hovers with a vortex of cloud within it, just exactly over the back garden. Your images of the molten sun in the smelting pot, and the ember left about by a lazy god, have the ring of truth! x Jan