WHIMSY
the madrigal, volume iii
When I sneezed into your yawning mouth
by trewlaney
That face
a mix of shock and revulsion
of offence, begging why
A passer-by
taken by the weight of the day
who opened wide before
they could raise their hand
And in that moment
taken by the same surprise
I cast a silver net
an outburst of ideas
a gust of crime
an interruption of unintended genius
And maybe just a fleck
of admiration in your eye
Trelawney is a food campaigner, environmentalist and new poet living in London, drawing on a past spent as an archaeologist, musician and Cornishman. Trelawney has been published, or has work forthcoming, in 192 and Amethyst Review. Twitter: @BenTrelawney