From ‘A Poetic Primer for Love and Seduction: Naso was my tutor’ from The Emma Press.
I have a couple of new poems in this book, available here http://theemmapress.com/books/a-poetic-primer-for-love-and-seduction-naso-was-my-tutor/
Pop down to Soho to see our lovely Valentines window display!
ANTHOLOGY OF MILDLY EROTIC VERSE
'Author of 'Luxe' (Salt Publishing, 2013)
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Its a little bit Naughty!
Here’s my poem written in silk in Soho.
Too many dogs potter through life, with little to amuse
between one meal-time and another, so it is no mere
courtesy but the plain truth that urges me to say
(accustomed as I am to meeting every kind of dog
in the company of all kinds of masters and mistresses)
Dookie, Jane, Mimsy, Stiffy and Scrummy, Choo-Choo,
Judy and Ben could have been brave and efficient little
cattle-dogs had they not also been philosophers.
Our Princesses reveal a simplicity. Kilted and smiling
no Princesses could be simpler, none more impressive.
“It may be an upside down time” say the Princesses
“but,” (incredible thought), “there is no telephone!”
Small wonder the dogs, by the common gaiety
of their demeanour, are very much alert as they watch
a mysterious moment amongst the rhododendrons.
Who says “no tit-bits”? Princess Margaret Rose has never
heard such nonsense in her life! Although inclined
to occasional but harmless truculence she is joy to everyone
throughout the length and breadth of Britain. It’s biscuit-time.
Princess Elizabeth says nothing but looks a lot. It may be
she considers such behaviour establishes her superiority!
The Princesses combine obedience with independence
to a remarkable degree. Scurrying across the lawn
to an isolated splendour, the Princesses find pleasantest
relaxation from the relentless crowded hours and romps.
Born sentimentalists, the dogs quietly lie down, and without
hesitation pose themselves round their mistresses
in a charmingly informal fashion – a graciousness all their own.
The tulips, with typical detachment, accept adulation.
Interminable games of hide and seek, loveably
unselfconscious out-of-door insults, devoted regrets.
Perhaps after all, that is how dogs should be loved.
This poem was made using text from an old book called Our Princesses and Their Dogs which I seem to have lost. I’m posting it here as it might be fun for some people.