Sunday, 29 March 2009

Jasfoup

Over tea he’ll address you with tales of his past,
of places he’s going and where he went last
of people he helped gain their innermost wish
of creatures extinct and of birds and of fish.
With fingernails polished and teeth nicely filed
he’ll seem to be bashful, benevolent, mild.
He’ll ask for a menu and tempt you to eat
but once you accept he will turn up the heat.
By then it’s too late for a shout or a yell
for your charming young host is a demon from Hell.

8 comments:

aims said...

This is one that also takes my breath away. I sailed along with the swing and sway and swirl of the words and thought of -

Jasfoup.......

Of course!

But there was a slight longing there that the words instilled. So perfect Rachel.

distracted by shiny objects said...

I really, really hate when that happens...
just as you're thinking, "This one's a keeper."

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you both indeed!

Gail said...

Amazing art and doubly amazing words.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thanks Gail

BT said...

Oh fabulous fabulous Jasfoup. Your lovely painting is much more vibrant than the usual Jasfoup. Love it.

stephanie said...

*chuckles* I would that he could visit me!

Stunning pair.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you both!