Saturday, 29 October 2011

If You Must Love Me

IF YOU MUST LOVE ME  Wendy Webb


Oh, love me like the ever-flowing tide,
it laughs and cries and loves and smiles all day
in every fickle womanly sweet way
and yet its night is dark and broad and wide.

It tumbles to a thousand fancies, yet
by tricking and by teases, fun will last
when pleasantries and frumperies are past.
So by such changes, sun will never set.

Love all my nothings, then you’ll never mind,
except the price of tissue-mountain heights.
If I am dry, please wet me – till you find
your creature comforts rage like Blackpool lights.
Love me while love’s tides rage before, behind;
for oceans lee and lie in sailing’s sights.


Inspired by ‘If thou must love me’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Tuesday, 11 October 2011

To my Toy Mistress

TO MY TOY MISTRESS  Wendy Webb


A million texts may pass before
my love grows cold and dim.
A thousand satellites all spin
to news your worth abroad.
A hundred birds take Avian flu
before you read my email
and fifty mannequins wait, undressed,
until you hit Delete.

Though I might toy with you, sweet Miss,
and sniff your youthful glue,
let us to sport and pizza, pray
the late bus – all Grim Reaper –
is too late.

I ache to be kept waiting until dawn.


Inspired by ‘To His Coy Mistress’ by Andrew Marvell