Best Local Poem 2007 - Gill Clayton

 

Why aren't you writing anything Danny?

Danny is thinking of ideas
I can almost hear
The groans
Squeals and moans
From inside his head
As a rusty mechanism
Grunts into life.

Given the oil to lubricate
And make it chug into
Action
Danny's ideas will burst forth
Like a cork from a birthday
Bottle of champagne
And they'll fizz and
Pop in golden glory
Like I knew they would
If only
We could find
The right
Oil.