ZESTY



Today I attempt to revisit a foyer from my youth,

one in which I was prone to succumb to the lure of

a packet of cherry lips despite the inevitable and stern

admonishment of my mother. Unable to diminish the sheen 

of these confections, I perused the shelf. Now, the word ‘bongo’

will infer which drink I purchased before entering the dream

and then the craze of loudspeakers would shake the velvet

curtains ready to foist an obligatory short in our way.

To a 9 year old this was like giving you toast for breakfast

when you wanted sugared pancakes with a pinch of lemon.

The feature begins, our hero emerges from the sea, his beret

still perfectly balanced as the water cascades down his chest.



Robert Harper


Poem 28: #NaPoWriMo 2022

(Wordle, Quordle & Octordle results from 28th April)