FOMHAR

Fomhar's arrival on the orange carpet

not yet red but turning

dancing like a madman at the front door

hair tips frozen tapping like a bird

on the window

at my ankles with his teeth

like the next door neighbour's dog

face pressed against the glass

fogging it up like a steam train

eyes, big wet stones

teeth, little white bones

grinning

like an upside-down graveyard

cool across the bridge of my nose

head bowed down,

to the god light on the back of my neck

Cassius clay in the near

Foreman in the far

praying for mother

punching the god given

daylights out of each other

the Ginger Rogers of Spring

all that grace and swing

the hoy polloy

and high fulluting fluttering feet

around him she goes like a may pole

dancing prancing like a reindeer

red nose dripping

and Autumn there heavy on his feet

'i am the greatest i said it before i even knew i was'

never misses a beat

the biggest horse in the yard

hooves like dinner plates

a whinny that makes the ground shake

slow power

heavy handed

overthrowing

wrestling

kissing in the end

each others necks

both down now

in the leaves about

having it out

losing and finding

making out

bumping and grinding

then ginger

she just tap dances

right out of the picture

off the frame and down

Fomhar sets out on his wild rampage

and he goes forth like a charger

in the war

like a warrior

a fighter

eyes wild and foaming at the mouth

sides heaving heavy breathing

crashing through

the cobwebs

branches

long grass

dew flying

fondling the chestnuts

groping wildly at the bramleys

the coxs

the granny smiths

sweet young flesh

tender loins

rippling down the sides of his tongue

swallowed gobbled gone

tangy... lip smackingly good

and the carpet turns

to welcome him home

scarlet like the woman

the prodigal son

in his muddy boots

and the holes in socks

that need darning