Don’t know – it just depends –
you want to fly me to a tropic isle
to walk at sunset with you on the beach,
dig bare toes into the wet soft sand
and watch the moon rise bright behind the palms,
you have a special restaurant in mind,
where you can treat me to a feast
of lobster, sole and oysters, fillet steak
all followed by a sweet of crème brulee,
you have bought tickets to “La Boheme”
with Sibongele in the lead and we
can feed our souls with sound and afterwards
you’ve hired a limousine to drive us home,
Why then –
I’ve nothing planned; I’m quite
at your disposal.
But if, as I suspect,
you have a pile of washing; your machine
has broken down and cannot be repaired, your shirt
has lost its buttons and your cat
needs taking to the vet,
why then, my love,
I might say I am otherwise engaged, but yet,
I’ve not the heart – I’m really quite,
at your disposal still.
From: McGregor Poetry Anthology 2013
Published by African Sun Press in association with the McGregor Poetry Festival
ISBN number 978-0-620-62302-5
Margaret Clough is a retired soil chemist and science teacher. She has published one collection, At Least the Duck Survived; and her poems have been published variously in Litnet, South Africa Writing, Carapace and New Contrast.
Margaret Clough: By Sandvlei Shore and What are you doing this evening from At Least the Duck Survived. Modjaji Books, Cape Town, 2011. ISBN 978-1-920397-85-2. Surprises on the Internet from Carapace Volume 94 Cape Town.