I am Evelyn Waugh
Grasping onto
The glorious historical
Past
All romance and whimsy
Shaking it for all might
To savour
In case
It don’ come back at all
Brown pale thrust
Upright brushes and galing winds
Clouds forming overhead
Shades of the green
Nursing slats
Light on the
Bitumen
Salt caked flaxed
Strawberry blonde
Against a blue metal frame
Peals
Around
Shaded
Corners
And legs up
Against the post
Doin’ nuthin’
But watching the sky
Move against
Busted ground
Underneath
Makin’ up me own
Stories
That may not have
Existed at all
Holding on
Gathering the material
That makes it
Back whole
It was like that with her
Always
Seeing the magic
Where maybe
There was none
Not realising
That when she was gone
So too was that
The sense we were
Special
In some way
Now I keep
Trying to grab something
Case it’s gone
Collecting
Clues
Waugh like
I’ll wrap something around it
Caress the unknown
And make it
Shiver
Throw it into the light
And make them
Remember
Bet they
Could tell you
Just how they looked
When it happened
All at once