Hooded Lass
Make me a cavern of disinvolvement
So a dainty lass may sit
Build it on jeans burnished pew
Burnt umber hoodie adorned
Let her a Praying monk poise
Over slender limbs crossed
In sun bleached Sussex cadence
Scrupulous silence abide
Nose buried in black oval
Porcelain fingers scribble
Meshes from cryptic prose
Her couthy In God’s given peace
Tiny plimsoles wafts
Air laden with hopes
She labour the mind
On pleasured puzzles
Arrest Heraclitus’ change
On this hour held still
Rubber swoosh on tarmac hushed
Living in covid eyes
Where distance is norm
She consecrates the hour fully
For tomorrow is the sayers mercy
And today a fiery steed
A wary ride on Nelson’s pride
Mellow peacefully, sit darling sit