Nectar

Marigold madness, pollen stained

Flight. Sundial shadow marks a

Quarter past now. They gather their

Lilies, all harpooned and white.

Tumeric tongues wag a deafening

Meow. Hymnal hats and laundered

Shells, bicarbonate musk wafts adieu.

Solace holds court in the Ring O’ Bells;

The bar’s now closed in honour of you.