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The Calypso of Chapeltown She brought the Mardi Gras of Leeds From the street to the bus back seat Dreaming many calypsos and limbos Through the seams of her patchwork The tissues strewn on her coat Ballooning around her buried bulk Like the fluttering Sargasso Sea She smiled the smile of a storm Rosary mementoes and odd curios Feathered her quake as flamingo Fans dizzyed the curacao-blue sky A glance spun voodoo fire-prayers Of giddy heat to her blackest mouth Bleaching the earth of her eyes She watched herself cast her spells Fiddling the shredded handcloth As if touching forgotten sermons She wore an Arsenal badge for fear And a lapel for animal rights to ease And held the wise smile on her face Like the broken crocks of a rainbow She mouthed the curse of Dominica And Haiti, of the endless damned Like a broom upon the rubber floor The curse of rum and sand and sugar Till it rustled the rags and rhymes So well this madness she nursed Might swim the wide Atlantic © David Incoll 2001 |
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