Tuesday, 22 November 2011

When I lie tangled in her hair

Maybe the little man at the desk is having trouble getting used to retirement. Maybe what he needs is a gold watch and an all expenses paid trip to the seaside. Maybe at first when he's there he'll be despondent and restless. But perhaps in a few day's time he'll meet a widow with red hair and they will go to bed together one night. Maybe the next morning when he wakes up with his nose in the back of her neck, he'll be glad that he retired. Maybe he'll even tell her about how he used to work for you, and show her his gold watch. Maybe she'll even be impressed.

When I lie tangled in her hair 
And fetter'd to her eye,
The birds that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.
'To Althea, from prison'