Ode to Port Eliot

I grew up in the sort of town

Where a single use of the word ‘noun’

Earns you the epithet ‘professor’

Or ‘twat’

Yet here I stand on the teeming lawn

Trying to impress passing girls with an unsolicited

Mini-lecture on the etymology of ‘ha-ha’ (n.)

It never works

Not even when Arcadian day ripens to Bacchanalian night

But this, this is the first place

Where I dared to dream it might    

By Tim Clare, a writer, poet and musician performing in Found in Translation.