A Novel

                                                            View from Ischia, Italy by S. McPherson
Picture Credit: Courtesy of S. McPherson
Lazing and lounging on the cushion chair

Leafing through the novel reading intently

The world out there appeared warm and bare

Most are glued to the idiot box serving

a live performance of the on-going London fare

The Olympics had progressed well now tapering

Clifford had refused to be wheeled around

He would do it himself. He had a nagging suspicion

The grounds of the estate were extensive

The gamekeeper was all too aware

He put down the novel. He had read the review
Of steamy scenes of the unexpurgated version

He was half-hearted in wanting to view

what was then on the air. It brought shivers

Diving scenes of ‘a reverse one and the half somersault’

Of pikes ,tuck, twists, were all too familiar

He remembered  the dull thud and the searing pain

Of hitting the platform  and passing out and of nearly drowning

Diving accidents were rare that he was told

but it happened. He reflected on what it could have been

A paraplegic just as Clifford? He was thankful fate

was kind to him. He looked at the book cover again

‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ he’ll continue reading later

Written for Stu's Poetics The Beautiful Sadness at d'Verse reflecting on works with D.H.Lawrence in mind. Shared with Poets United's Poetry Pantry#110