BEARD (This old house).
This thing is become part of me.
I took it off once and I vanished -
my daughter wept and it had to grow again –
so I have become part of IT.
if you see what I mean…..
These fifty years I have hid
much of myself in this thicket
though I was once thought foolish
to cultivate on the doorstep
what grows wild around
my friends’ back entrances …
so now it keeps off the wind
although sometimes I don’t like
the way it cries to the world
“,,, here lives a grey old badger…”
and the maidens run away laughing.
I now have these windows, too – to peer with
over the old hedge at the neighbours,
with bulging sides and cracked plaster
the house is crumbling everywhere…
Anyhow, one day soon I’ll fool the lot.
Prop up the hedge, panes, leaning walls,
worn thatch, blistered paint and all,
and sneak off up the road.
To live in a new house without attributes,
or perhaps a signpost ?
in a cultivated part of town
with better,wooden walls.