How can Time play tricks so vivid

that the man with a voice of golden hue

can suddenly transport you

with tears dancing on the edge of burning Efrafa

to the ABC and surrounded by school friends

laughing, joking, ice cream spilling delight

and the tale of an ultimately doomed rabbit

which makes you weep so passionately

and with despair…

 

that the first looks of being considered fabulously odd

are to be heard and seen.

 

Sensitive…

too sensitive but for the man with

a golden hue, despite the rolling years

and toil down curled hair,

the sound from the stage suggests

that something’s will never change

not even after 40 years and a British winter

in which the tears of despair froze

to the face of a seven year old boy.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015.