Louis Groarke: ‘ABC’

A B C 

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

1. e. cummings

Apple

Blossoms

               Cascade

Down

                                              Effortlessly: tumbling downwards

(when we shake

                                                                              the branches

                                                                     in the spring)

         Falling

                                 Gently (into my girlfriend’s

                                                                            open arms)

              Heaps (of them falling)

           Into (her open)

                 Joyful  (arms)

                                       Killing (seriousness,

                                                                                     and any hope of political                                                                                                                                  discussion;)

                                                Laughing

                                Merrily     (we wander over to

N-O- where in

Particular; )

Quietly

                                            Repeating

(Soft nothings:

                                                                                          all these white petals)

   slipping,

                                                  Tumbling  (floating, oh!

so sweetly, some of them

Upside

                      ) down! )

               Verily (, my love, I

                                                     Would (spell out my love for you in all the letters

                                                                  of the alphabet)

                                                                   I would

                                X-ray (straight into

                                                    Your (heart to find, I hope)

                                              Zero (resistance:

                                                                                         you, yielding to my embrace

                                                                                                      I, now buried in your arms … )

Louis Groarke