A Breughel in the West Indies
At the centre and heart
a clay oven
roofed with corrugated
iron.
The woman
in the red dress - and apron
feeds a loaf
in on a long wooden paddle.
More risen loaves
wait on a sturdy
table.
Two boys, bright shirts
squat in the yard,
playing marbles.
Two hens,
proud, combed, red,
peck and scratch.
A man,
blue trousered, white shirt,
laid back hat,
back from work,
chats with woman sitting
on the throne of her door-step.
I love this picture of a warm
and natural life. Even
when it hangs
over
our gas-fired Aga.
sometimes
good people
just don't know
how low
people
can go
sometimes
good people
just don't want
to know
some bad people
just do the right thing
even though
they know
it's wrong
moneeeeeeeeeeeeee.....
wicked
right?