Runcorn & Widnes Weekly News - - Yourviews - Wil­liam Ge­orge Scriven

Spo­radic move­ments, sky­ward spi­rals periscope point­ing north.

An­cient ram­rod pin­ions awash with ea­gle fleece

De­scrib­ing cot­tages left gleam­ing in the sun­light of morn­ing mists

A per­fect per­fidy of tan­gled knots awash with scorn and cot­ton down

A sem­blance of un­washed bod­ies lin­ger­ing in the heather.

How happy the man who can see through these eyes of dew

Re­flect­ing char­la­tans horo­scopes of doom

Per­pet­ual in­stincts of un­de­filed mir­rors, Moist coffins inn the back­wash A her­alded heir­loom of daf­fodil scents Com­bined with raisin balm. Die once more to the Scots­man’s val­ley

The dirk ready to cut the throat of the devil

As he thrusts belly up his sporran of de­fi­ance

Al­low­ing the sac­ri­fice of the sac­ri­ficed to be chas­tised

And co­cooned in a malt whisky of slav­ery

For it is the whisky that de­ter­mines the fate of man

And the foot­steps which mark its Gulliver.

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