The London buses rush past in scarlet bustle
I lay here watching them crash into the air.
Noises from all corners attack and gnaw the calm
And I simply listen as silence struggles to be heard.
Sirenes, shouts, calls and construction
Drill and hammer any natural remnant
But I do nothing to stop this urban colonization
I lie and look as the world rushes past.

It screams, it laughs, it invites, it betrays.
At once my nasty friend and loyal enemy,
I smile through the window at its bleak legacy
And simply observe the animal that is the City.

Reflecting back in blur
Images with a recently forgotten destination
Sillouettes who once knew, but no more
What briefly seemed like pure light, to their eyes
Reciting with passion what was written in stone
Missed the signs to their own chisel
Thought they could already see Ithaca through the glass
Excited they were, although they'd heard it was of no importance
Sailing steady towards the future
Stumbling, but not looking back
Time has come that they can only wonder
How enchantingly those creatures could have ever sung?

First, you need to mix the potion.
You must read the instructions very carefully
You don’t want to be summoning up any old witch.
So make sure it’s the October manual.
Especially as we know what happened last year.
How you got October mixed up with November is nobody's business.
But my god, when I saw the fire brigade heading to the Houses of Parliament, I just thought to myself, what has the idiot done this time.
Now I know what you’re going to say.
What about that little corporal guy you summoned up.
Okay, I take that on board, he looked harmless enough, little pencil moustache set him apart from the usual riff raff.
How the hell was I to know he wanted to rule the world.
Just goes to show you.
Nearly lost my brewing license over that.
Then you went for, in your own words, that guy who makes people laugh.
Atila for fun.
Are you dyslexic or what.
The grief that caused
Another warning handed out.
So let's have a look at the ***** ups over the years, see if we can rectify them this year.
This is what you’ve summoned up so far.

Sirenes
The Cheeky girls

The Teletubbies.
That guy who said, I didn’t have *** with that woman, that week.
European Union
Hp  Poets

You can see how the coven is not over the moon with this lot.
So, before you summon up anyone this year, I’m going to be looking over your shoulder, make sure you get it right.
Right, the mixture is brewing up fine, looking good.
Okay, begin the summoning up.
Oh great spirit in the brew, sum us up something new.
Okay looking good, coming through now.
A big dumb guy wearing a wig.
Right, I like it, do you have a name for him.
Trumpy  you think.
Looks more like a Donald to me.
But the main thing is.
He looks harmless enough...

often...
i wonder if the dawn comes
or the rain will fall
even if the tide recedes
.
sometimes...
i hear the movement of the sky
and the bleating of fawns
owls fly silently
.
at evening...
stars race across the heavens
wolves dance in the moonlight
i hear songs of sirenes
.
in the morning...
i brush your hair with my fingertips
kiss the nape of your neck
night and day are my blessing
.
i am the enchanting
.
(c) erik minas-gilkes 7 march 2020 3:16am