The world
arranged itself... just so.
Summer breezed in
with a belief in itself
that wasn’t to be
challenged
as the bright blue
of the croquet ball
was swallowed by the mouth
of an ever hungry hoop.
Insects
happy with themselves
crawled chuckling
through the grass
blade after laughing blade.
A sudden sun
shower
awoke the dreaming
humans
leaving the sleepy
hammock
swinging in
the empty stillness
singing softly to itself
as feet with shrieks
ran for cover
gathering the house around them
like armour
their pleased faces plastered
against the unwashed windows.
Raindrops falling
like a shower of arrows
at Agincourt.
Tea things
looking foolish
without
human mouths
human hands
to hold them
in place.
Dead belongings
(a clutch purse...a cloche hat)
lying scattered
upon the battleground
a forgotten book
forlorn & misbegotten
soaked to the skin
flicking through its own pages
as if it had
lost the plot
eager to find out what
... happened next?
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-happened-next-for-byran/
