Mortal said we would sit high on a hill under a silk tent
We got the children ready in their white and coloured clothes
Had a basket of strange gold and purple fruit
Things that stain the earth and make it rich as plum pudding.
Spotted and dotted creatures stalked in amber haze
The sun was as far off as an African star, the earth thickened
Creating a bed in which we could heal.
For this was England and really it was raining
It was Christmas Day.
We have hidden places where you speak to me
Where flame trees and violet jacarandas can bloom –
This much is true.
Veronica Aldous 2015 All Rights Reserved.