Sun Setting

Sun Setting

Late May dries out an apron wedge
a lawn white wash, grass raked stage cloth
with bright rhododendra brushed into the backdrop
a wife who thinks in a chair of moulded impasto
encompassing comfort and stomach
full of chicken slice, garden pots, veg and earthly beer.
She beams, worships, kissed by beams
grows legs phototropically
exposed to soapy sunbath rays
in glorious gloaming glows.
Behind her an Easter Island stone head stares at her –
mouldy figure despite the sharp blocked light
along a Blockley path, Saxifraga stippled.
A cat who blinks upstages all;
sexy fragrant face paint or bushes here, teacup near
statue and London Pride until the turf wedge shrinks.
Hello halo-head, getin’ lovely sunstrokes, getin’ fibre optic ears?
She is the mewling foreground soon to be forsaken
departs this earthy sun set life.
Wife sips up, slops out of gloom
to slippers and a supper room
every prop an aftershow fade out front and rear.
Then head stone darkens into years of twilight
then eight foot sized rhododendra unlit shine
transient icon composition
for early evening sunlit shrine.

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