I read my poem
about the maroon fairy
to a goose with orange legs
maybe it was the clash of colours
or the aroma of a varnish- flavoured sorbet
that caused him to stand stock-still
in front of the boat-house milk-bar
who's Oberon?
king of the fairies
I like the bit about
a cowslip-bell of dew he said
and
with a backward glance
his head turned one hundred and eighty degrees
does he have orange legs?
Stephen Brian Brady
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/richmond-upon-thames/
