Posted by Admin on 19 April 2008, 12:00 am
19th Century
Along the walk Priscilla poses
her muslin subtleties of tone,
where, red as cinnabar, the roses
surround a gnomon-crested stone.
A rose-bud’s amber-shaded cream,
with Lovelace shares her pensive glance;
and Schubert’s airs, in waking dream,
her mind with gentle thoughts entrance.
Across the greensward, sun-elated,
beneath the cedar’s splaying cone;
she blends the perfume, rose-created,
with gracious Water of Cologne.
20th Century
Bereft of taste, Babette has aped
the vulgar fashions of her kind;
her trews, too, intimately shaped,
leave scarcely aught to be divined.
Her cigarette puffs acrid smoke,
Sapan-wood red her blatant lips;
her heels, stiletto-type, a joke,
sadistic, yet she proudly trips.
A baggy jumper loosely holds
the crux of she and art combined;
and ugly, fake-blonde hair enfolds
her trivial, untidy mind.
T. C. Hudson
1972
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council