It began with
Adam & Eve:
1968 AD,
Carnaby street.
Hendrix setting the
two lovers free.
Or did the
rose-ringed immigrants
break out from the
mock swamps
of The African Queen?
First escape the
fat king’s
menagerie?
Mustard-black wings
stretching for heaven
post Great Storm
of ’87?
Blake saw angels
in Peckham’s
hawthorn trees.
All I see are
chattering emerald
interlopers
who have found
accidental paradise.
Thomas Dylan Bolger 