Sunday Roath

Danpicby Daniel Jones29 Nov 2013

Rose gold on a gossip wind.
Carrow family,
trawling lightly on the spin,
pillows plumped upon Roath Park Lake.

Dog, blind and goose – politician.
The small child cocoon shouts ‘go!’
to bed at rock where rock
meets wet meets roast meets shallow
hat-tin, foil and brim.

Stick your oar in, Jones,
Break your bone mannered oaths.
Leave the day unlocked - creaking, hinged upon the gale,
and patter down
feather in the peach-drown light.

I am sick to mothers,
clues, to daughter’s
wood-slid accusations
on a sunday night.