the moat now wooded. Tents:
ridge type, set on concrete bases.
Tapes at either end to tie at night.
One eight year-old, a Filipino,
makes the job his own.
Each night, a story as he ties the bow.
The tapes are lovers. Deftly weaves
them round and under each
the other as they overcome
the many obstacles to love.
The bow in its completion
signifies their marriage:
intricate and perfect; sealed in heaven.
One night another hand, outside the tent,
has tied the tapes - and later on
unties them as a voice asks who
would like to go with him
to see the badgers. Silence.
The police are told, but will
not come... He's miles away
by now. Still, if he does return,
hold on to him and let us know,
we'll be along sir, rest assured.
Chekov: Medicine my wife
Literature my mistress -
No doubt who lived the longer.
Born 150 years ago on the 29th