Saturday, November 19, 2011

Great Aunts

great aunts are very swallowing and dangerous
they exist all their lives in broughams and monocles
sometimes they recite poetry to frighten you
I have spent whole months trembling for their assignations
I have heard them hooting in supermarkets at the full moon
when they rattle their clavicles entire cities come to a stop
even those constructed entirely of masonite and six inch nails
eventually I suppose they must die like everything else
but the spoons of imagination will not let me believe it


Gerald (Hyde DP) said...

i only remember one of my aunts - fanny who was a hoot and never frightened anyone except intentionally.

Alison Croggon said...

I was actually frightened at an impressionable age by a great uncle who recited a poem at me. Which may account for something.