The Galle Lit Festival – A Retrospective Opinion by Richard De Zoyza
Talking of Michaelangelo – Richard de Zoyza
I’d like to be a poetess
And sit aloof in Sapphic state
Load chicken livers on a plate
Declare the world’s a total mess
Preside, beringed and kaftan clad
At coffee mornings, soirées, teas,
Expound the need for nuclear freeze
Pop ice in drinks, shake head, look sad
About the teeming underfed
Then launch into impassioned reading
Of a Sonnet on the need for feeding
Them; while munching garlic bread
O, all you splendid Amazons
Come, let me join your sacred band!
Unwrinkled yet of throat and hand
And mind, I’d like to wear the blazons
Of a lady poet too!
Perhaps the Daily News would then
Accept the ravings of my pen.
I yearn to write of me and you
And of the wondrous middle class
Of gracious windows barred to life
That never shook to the sounds of strife-
Excuse me while i fill my glass.
