HENS

Coming round the double bend

From Holme

Just where the odd pissed driver came off the road

And where sad flowers mark a young man’s end,

Too keen on the throttle,

There is a gaggle of high heeled girls,

One in a veil

And the others in matching tee shirts,

Made up to the nines

Waiting there for transport,

With hopes of love myths coming true,

Running maybe too fast for life’s corners,

And cows looking at them over a hedge
Through a tangle of wild flowers.