(FROM MARY’S GOLD)
Named for the virgin, you love to give the lie to that.
Come again stop-outs, messy party-goers,
fill our gaps. Make merry, bright!
At family-planning you are paths ahead. Bed-hoppers –
putting yourselves about. No self-respecting gardener
may censor your loose living. Loving,
tanned, eat-me-orange; centuries have passed,
and still you sweet, wanton faces beggar discipline,
glint within the roving eye of sun.
Quite contrary, you spit-spray your caterpillar seed
like fire – burn brassy, romp regardless,
scramble to a cottage wall,
race borders, ring a swing. Generous liberals,
holding your official shaggy-heads-
Emblazoning these patios with roguish charm,
you take them one by one –
our safe, safe seats. Such gains!
From Fighting Talk (Headland Publications, 2005)
© Cathy Grindrod