Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
When The Dove Returned by Sally Clark
'We have the world,' declared my husband, 'in this boat.'
I was skinning a rabbit, we'd started with two.
I suggested he release her again.
She came back, feathers oiled with naive ideals,
a twig in her beak for their first nest.
'Flotsam,' insisted my husband, cracking a tooth on an olive.
I counted the kids tethered to the mast.
Two of the goats and one, two, three of mine.
He was busy training the grapevine up the gang plank
when I released her again. 'Having all you need,'
I whispered into those feathers, 'isn't always what you want.'
He waited: composed more recipes for rabbit.
Then one day he started chopping down the vine,
I went and untied the children.
Posted: June 2007. Copyright: Sally Clark.