22nd February 2019

purple crocus
stretching long necks to the sun
homecoming geese

© Rachel Green 2019

Night At the Crown

 she was all right
a seven in a bar full of fours
used to come-ons and flirting
and the Art of Pulling a Pint.
Arms like Popeye
and a face to launch
a canal barge, at least,
maybe a fishing vessel
at a pinch
(and a pinch is what she gave
to the few men she fancied)
I was sixteen, looked nineteen,
and in love with her
She taught me how to bring her pleasure
among the empty kegs in the cellar
and gave me a lifelong fetish
for an anchor tattoo.
© Rachel Green 2019