(from) Better Than Sleep: Ophelia

A young Mancunian housewife on the run
from the liver and rain
and the lovers and lies.

A young Mancunian housewife in the sun.
Your eyes were swimming-pool eyes.
Cool. Blue. Northern.

My Lady of the Northern Skies,
so foolish-calm, so lovely-lost, you seemed,
and yet so wise, so sure of everything,
despite the heat
and the dust and the flies.

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