Brilliant programme on radio 4 yesterday with Melvin Bragg discussing the geological formation of Britain. Answered a few questions.
Proof At Last
It’s in the rock record,
but we could have guessed.
Years ago, balmy Scotland
hugged the equator,
golden beaches, lush forests,
coconuts, bars on stilts,
beach volleyball, then one day
earth’s orbit tipped to an ellipse,
plates shifted, the oceans shut,
and on that flimsy pretext
England came hurling up
from its place in the Antarctic
and slammed us with its icy spine
into the North Atlantic,
shunted right up the sheuch
of Iceland with all the ensuing
mountains, herring, sleet,
Sundays, words like sheuch…
That’s it. No need for further talk.
At last, it’s proved, it’s all their fault.
10 comments:
Probably one of the more polite fingers I've seen pointed towards the auld enemy.
Very enjoyable, in a Radio 4 kind of way. I may switch over fae Radio 2.
Boom boom.
So did you come up with 'fault' first and work towards it or did it pop up by accident? Just wondered.
x
You don't come from, or live in, that part of Scotland.
Made me smile though. Usual flimsy argument.
jimmy- Radio 4 is it.
rachel- eternal desire for punchline. Rest of the poem came first
titus- hasn't your visa expired?
Since I'm safely across the pond, safe from personal skewering, I like the visual of it.
Okay, so my warped sense of humor envisioned a Scotsman in a kilt, leaning against a coconut tree and drinking something with an umbrella in it.
Hugh 'flimsy' McMillan. Quite a ring to it.
x
Lips. Sealed.
But smiling.
4 words in 3 sentences, Titus, all too spasmic. More fibre needed in the diet.
Not bloody oatcakes.
Great poem. Good to be so well sparked by the radio. Good old Radio 4.
Now then, the battle of Penpont poets ...... I see there is a dragon banner up on her blog now. Beware!
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