[Composed whilst intoxicated by sonnets in ‘Stressed Unstressed:Classic Poems to Ease the Mind’, ed. by Jonathan Bates et. al. (Harper Collins, 2016).]
Small song;
a sonetto of
fourteen lines
to cure the soul.
Fourteen chances
to clear the brain
of summer gone
and humour.
Summer song.
Stresses
undone,
drifting out – red, brown and yellow –
hot
mustard seeds,
fried,
and popping out.
Burnt edges
consumed in the hot sun
of Bombay
with potatoes of
an English autumn.
De-stressed,
I try to laugh, to
grin, to giggle at
a summer song –
small and
gone
over
fourteen lines to
thirty.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2018