Swinging in the Spring hammock
under the late evening sky
The stars emerge
Up on the roof terrace with its yellow flowers
I hear the faint creak of the star-burst
One bright star above rocks with me so that I am not lonely.
Hold me in your arms rocking rocking hammock.
I see the gaudy pink geraniums
Flourescent against the salmon coloured wall
and the shadow of the starburst ropes
against the cooling wall.
Back and forth, creak creak
and the two-note bell
from the Parish Church
calling heedless rocking souls to repentance.