Tuesday, 17 November 2015
A SPOT OF LUNCH (a poem by James L.S. Carter)
A SPOT OF LUNCH
by James L.S.. Carter
There was mayonnaise on my bacon;
red cabbage on my mayonnaise;
ketchup on my bun.
There was a ladybird on my lettuce;
a polka dot on my lunch-table
blood on my serviette.
I could see the mayonnaise;
taste the red cabbage;
notice the ketchup.
I could observe the ladybird;
gaze at the polka dot;
identify the blood.
Did the blood come from my measles rash?
Did the ladybird come from a remote place?
Did the polka dot come from an artist's touch?
The lunch was too little,
Too small to be scene
Picked out by a ceiling light.
I bit my lip and developed a cold sore.
Life is a candle! Out,out! damned spot.
Copyright James L.S. Carter, Edinburgh November 2015