Graeme Hetherington: Touched on the Raw
Touched on the Raw
(George’s Bay, St Helens)
“That’s a flash hat mate, a bit
Too poncy for my taste,” he sneered
At my Czech felt, broad-brimmed high-crowned
Kobulka with a speckled tuft
Of feather sewn into the band
For extra élan, as I strolled
One weekend round the bay on what
Here passes for a promenade.
The rush of blood as colour would
Have gone well with my brown headpiece
As I slew “Oz”, unworthy of
“Oswald”, with a chilling riposte,
In thought at least, as on I went,
Too slow and cowardly then and there
To let fly with it face to face:
“If yours covering your ears permits
Hearing take my advice and add
A fringe of corks to stop the flies
Infecting you with even more
Envy they carry from our chip‑
On-shoulder convict past!” Thus flared,
This time safely, the murderous rage
I still feel as the much teased “ciss”
And “Little Lord Fauntleroy” of
Childhood, and wish I knew the lock
And key to keep it under, should
One day by chance courage prevail.
Graeme Hetherington
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