I expect nothing less

in a world where Donald Trump

can somehow become number 1,

than to see my festive only Toblerone

become a stranger to me,

the weird spacing now employed

now means I cannot look upon it

as if staring down the Valley of the Kings,

the heat haze and the curse,

an adventure in Christmas chocolate;

instead it is now the echo

of a drizzly Stockport day, menace

in the Lancashire mists and rain,

where is the adventure, the romance

of almost taking out the roof

of your mouth as you bite through

Tutankhamen’s resting place

only to find a length of the Nile

in between.


Ian D. Hall 2016