This time the prompter is the one-and-only Peter Goulding, with a selection of prompts over here. I went for the option of writing an homage to Pancake Tuesday (tomorrow, yay!).
The requirement was to write in the voice of a wellknown poet. I felt that the particular mix of religion and sensual pleasure involved might suit a certain Canadian Troubadour - one of the first poets that ever hooked me with his work - AND I thought I might as well go the whole batterin' hog and record the damn thing too. So, as a Fierce Pancake treat(!?!) - Nolan sings;
Happy Pancake Day, fellow passengers :-)
Pancake Day by scalder
Pancake Day
(with sincere apologies to Leonard Cohen)
Epiphany passed
and the time came at last
to shrive our omissions and misdeeds away
We met in the middle
I brought flour and a griddle
what you brought you just couldn't say
the future was fast
riding free in its stirrups
we buried the past
turned gold into syrup
and danced
and we danced
we danced
on pancake day
As twilight grew angry
we pillaged the pantry
hardly seeing each other for smoke
A crackle of light
turned linoleum white
thunder muffled the words that you spoke
the future was meagre
the past tried to smother us
hungry and eager
we battered and buttered
and danced
and we danced
we danced
on pancake day
The sky boomed and rain fell
we cracked open the shells
mixed the yellows down into the whites
The gutters were flowing
The storm it was blowing
Like Lucifer and all of his lipsmacking sprites
I asked would you rather
Azores malassada
but you just lay stroking your legs
I sprinkled mine
with cane sugar and lime
and we gorged in the night till we ran out of time
and eggs
and we danced
we danced
and we danced
on pancake day
we danced
oh we danced
and we danced
on pancake day
with Mardi Gras spent
we woke up in Lent
© P Nolan 2011
