"limescale" poems
Janus has a grand auld pair of heads:
One looks backwards on all the **** and grime, on the **** on the limescale, on the mould, on the excrement, on the muck and grit and gunge and gunk, on all that wastage of human time, toiling away, scraping at the rot and the filth and slime, and besmearing the earth afresh, and blessing it.
The other looks forwards on all the **** and grime, on the **** on the limescale, on the mould, on the excrement, on the muck and grit and gunge and gunk, on all that wastage of human time, toiling away, scraping at the rot and the filth and slime, and besmearing the earth afresh, and blessing it.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
Make tea
Make it gently
Boil fresh cold water
in a kettle without limescale
Prepare leaves
Smell a pinch between fingers
Subtle and clean
Fine wire mesh
Allows steeping
Time on a watch
to prevent stewing
There is no other word to describe
this liquid colour
except golden
feeling
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC