Loose Associations and Clanguage

It’s just everything is up in the air. When we were young, we had a rope ladder up a tree in our garden. Someone said I had poetry in my blood. They say that “blood is thicker than water” but that would be because of the clotting factors. From early on, my sisters and I were very close – often as thick as thieves. Though no-one knows the day or the hour; He will come like a thief in the night. I don’t want a knighthood; I want a full English breakfast. If a rabbit runs out in front of you, you have to brake fast. It is all safe and sound. I can hear people in London talking about me. Here, it is raining and summer. Somehow my arms are too long. I long for silence. I know it is people in London discussing me (“She doesn’t know she is born; she doesn’t know it is raining”, “She’s a high-wire church spire”) as the sound is Cutty Sark and the problem is built-up river silt in my head and ears.