Wednesday, December 10, 2008

helicopter yoghurt (to Alfie)

there on the world
they sit closed and tight
as dormice
with traffic zooming
around them

whup...........whup............look

even my mother ..................
with that................look it shines

I approach them carefully
with embraces
............................to sweep them back

they are skitterish as dustbowls
—gone wild around me
but damn it anyway that

they have come back to me
in such shuddering beds of soft acid
that

nothing but the old cries
to be with them through all nights
nothing now ....................but that
.
.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is just too delicious

zecca

Steve said...

There is definitely such a thing as too delicious.

Anonymous said...

I know, I've tasted it.

zecca

Steve said...

No one but me and Alfie have ever tasted helicopter yoghurt.

Anonymous said...

haha! That's yours. I have own
'too delicious' moments with my children.

zecca

Anonymous said...

Is helicopter yoghurt nicer than raspberry then? Surely not!

Amanda

Steve said...

Hey, look who's here! Anyway, raspberry yoghurt isn't very nice really. And helicopter yoghurt was actually apricot yoghurt, but being about three years old at the time Alfie wasn't a very accomplished pronounciator of woyds and somehow got the two all bemungled.

Nice to see you, btw!

Steve.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the welcome! I hadn't realised that helicopter yoghurt was actually apricopter yoghurt - I thought it was describing the way that it flew about the room as if off rotor blades. That aside, these lines:

nothing but the old cries
to be with them through all nights
nothing now ...............but that

are so poignant they make me go 'aargh' and I don't even have children. Trademark SP then - saying so much in so few words. Think you hit the spot.

Amanda

Steve said...

Thanks, Amanda. Glad it got somewhere. Nice to talk to someone with a real name too!

Steve.

Anonymous said...

Hey I have a real name - zoezecca!!

haha