WHO WILL BUY
This reminds me of the Streets of London:
(Strawberries, ripe strawberries!)
I wonder which way the dice will fall
And who will buy this hallowed hall?
Will it be just a joust with trajectory
Or a game of chance in the refectory?
One talks of rallies on the side
A four wheel tear round the countryside
The other a more peaceful wish
Of raising nothing more than fish.
Or maybe neither this nor that one
And we still await the advent of the One.
Portents, omens, visions and dreams
All add to the confusion so it seems!
For each image counteracts the last
As we recall the many, many passed
But being of that kindly mystic ilk
We give each a little honey and some milk.
You might call it consideration
After all it’s not a coronation
There’s more than one to consider
And we give all a chance to configure.
The mounted warrior, the most scary
Bursting in on the feast we’re wary
Though the last said not enough ground
We hope and pray sufficient paddock found.
So many have through these portals passed
I wonder who, finally, will be the last
To say ‘basta’ enough, ‘this will do nicely’
‘We’ll carry the tradition of peace, love and harmony’.
© David Tenneson 2015.