Me, and Her with the Piercings

On the top of Dunstable Downs
taking a comfort break
on our way back
from London to Luton –
two performing arts
under-graduates.

Not a breath of wind
nor a cloud in the sky.
Venus in alignment
with Mars;
Sirius – never flashing
as bright.

In line of duty
we’d been to see
'The Silver Tassie'.
Courtesy of our neighbours,
and their addiction
for clean, shiny cars.

An opera of limited appeal;
even still –
didn’t want the night
to end...
to slip through our fingers
like a dream –
half imagined
half
forgotten.

The crickets were our strings,
the sheep
in a nearby field –
our baritones;
the midges –
indomitable sopranos
in our, ‘Opera of the Stars’,
lit by an August moon.

On the back seat
of my beat-up Ford Mondeo,
it shed a different light –
gave a whole new dimension,
to the girl
with the silver tongue.