Caroline Rembrandt Remembered Backwards
Buckets of mud and acres of slime are all that I need
All I desire
Mountains of goats and litres of cream, on these things I feed;
Ere I retire
Towers of Edam and lashings of whelks are my repast
Are my salvation
Gallons of fruit and goblets of mead make ripe my firm seed
Seeds of damnation
Trumpets of brass and cymbals of steel ring forth my proud tones
Tones of disdain
Braziers of charcoal and molten gruyere will warm my old bones
(Such as remain)
Showers of gold and clashing of gongs liven my fast
And my digestion
Hundreds of imps and demons galore make light of my moans
Posing this question:
Who will respond and who will refuse to come when I call?
What an injunction!
What was the crime and what bigotry caused Lucifer's fall?
His swift ejection
Into a world brimstoned and brined, broken and brassed
As if like a chain
Hanging suspended at each end by nothing at all
Above Salisbury Plain
| Contributors: | The Agent Apsley, TG, Roland, Loaf, P. |
| Poem finished: | 24th October 1998. |