Soufflé

Soufflé

The days, the weeks,
The months have passed,
and still the Irish Sea is there,
Growling before my very eyes.

We hear about a
Great Financial Crash
Debt phobia.
Of worthless cash,
Deflation.
We read the ‘wise men’ grunts
of Sokoloff and Lacy Hunt…

The World will End in Tears.
Rock Bottom fears.
The Banks are pushing
on a string.
Investors borrowing.

The Earth is Withering…
The Bees are losing sting.
The Global Gloom
is sickening.

Masked shoppers come
and go with
Dead fish eyes.
We search the shelves
for summertime and
Whispering Angel Rose-eh Wine.

And I’ve been beating eggs.

But still
My soufflé will not rise.
More whisking I'm advised.
Create a froth.
I try. I try.

Kristine Byrne 5th July. 2020
Black Silk Soufflé Gown. 1030’s Channel