The Glassblower

Fire and famine

Pestilence and sin

But there's no surviving

A hike in the rent

Bottles on my vertebrae

Vases are my mainstay

For I am the glassblower

Shards the heart of the pain

Fashions they come and go

Well fashionable crowds they know

They know who is the glassblower

And wherein is his lair

Wine like a siren threads

Between the life I've led

Wind swims in my naked head

With my legs in the air

My veil is two centuries long

I sing forgotten songs

Amongst the saree's and sarongs

Therein is my lair

Fashions they come and go

And fashionable crowds they know

They know who is the glassblower

And wherein is his lair

Split and re-patched seams

Badly re-patched dreams

Under funded council schemes

And my legs in the air

Fire and famine

Pestilence and sin

But there's no surviving

A hike in the rent

Fashions they come and go

And fashionable crowds they know

They know who is the glassblower

And wherein is his lair