Farewell To All That (6)

FAREWELL TO ALL THAT (6)

The Priestess sucked the cork from a litre flask of Primitivo di Manduria and spat it on the floor. 

'Now, this caravan thing . . .'

'There are two metal posts dug deep in the ground,  96.8 metres apart. You can rig up a slack-line (it don't hurt the trees). Pull it tight, ratchet hard, that's the art.'

The Priestess bit the end off a Robusto, and reached for a match. 

Then, she sniped:

'Now, look here me Dearie, I'm sick of this stuff; sick to death of it (bored of it, too). You're going away for a couple of months. It's not like you're fucking Thoreau. 

'So, you think you're unique; all this caravan chic. Just don't splash on the chemical loo.'

Farewell To All That (3)

FAREWELL TO ALL THAT (3)

I stared at the Priestess in horror:

'You're missing the point; I'm packing it in. The mores of society drive me insane. Where's the gain in a system that lies through its teeth; that thrives on bad faith and on misplaced belief?'

'There's no need to bellow,' boomed the Priestess.

I continued (this time, in verse),

'I will not come and live here.
I really can't stand
The role of devotion;
To jump on demand.
The faithful companion;
It's not in my blood.
I have no loving instinct.
(Perhaps, I'm a dud?)
But, I'm sure I'm not willing
To give up my life.
I could've got married,
Become a good wife.
No, it's not in my nature
To nurture and care. . . '

'You will die sad and lonely. Of that, please, beware.'

Stepping In The Salad (5)

STEPPING IN THE SALAD (5)

'Oh . . . .

'The man is a boy (and so not a girl). We met in a pub in a small place called Firle. We talked as we drank from a pitcher of wine. It was then - in an instant - I wanted him mine.'

'So, what happened, then?' enquired the Priestess as she hoisted her flesh-coloured knickers and smiled.

'Well . . .

'We slept out that night; affirmation of life. Watch the stars cross the sky, you forget all the strife. You forget about all that is petty and grim.

'I knew, for a fact, all I wanted was him.'

'Tell me more.'