{"id":15880,"date":"2023-08-18T17:03:36","date_gmt":"2023-08-18T16:03:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=15880"},"modified":"2023-08-18T22:25:44","modified_gmt":"2023-08-18T21:25:44","slug":"nu-du-matin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2023\/08\/18\/nu-du-matin\/","title":{"rendered":"Nu du matin"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Nu du matin Jane<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Nu du matin Will \n\nWhen I awoke Jane was not in our bed \n\nThe cat was nowhere to be seen \n\nI lay back and felt the humid air \n\nDrift across our pale blue room \n\nI thought of calling this poem \n\nThe Dog Days of Summer \n\nBut future events\n\nWould change my mind \n\nAs I drifted down the main stairs \n\nI heard Cleopatra purring in the garden \n\nJane was playing with her using a blue ribbon \n\nThe ribbon had once belonged to my favourite doll Jessica \n\nIt was then that I noticed that \n\nJane was wearing my deep red tee shirt \n\nWhich because of shrinking was exposing her bum \n\nMy beautiful wife did not seem to care \n\nAnd the cat was more interested in the ribbon \n\nMy favourite doll was still mourning her loss  \n\nOut of the common view I stood naked on the terrace \n\nThe Naked Mornings of Summer \n\nOur neighbours walked into their garden \n\nGood Morning Mrs Spears \n\nGood Morning Will \n\nGood Morning Cleopatra \n\nJane smiled \n\nI love these August mornings \n\nIt is like being in the tropics \n\nMinus the servants \n\nWill would you make some coffee \n\nI have just employed this servant \n\nHe is useless but nice to look at \n\nI must say I agree\n\nDoes he come from the colonies \n\nNo just Guildford \n\nA fine specimen \n\nHe has his uses \n\nOur son is coming to see us \n\nWhich one \n\nMichael \n\nIs he the one in the church \n\nVery much he has his own parish now \n\nHow nice \n\nBut it is so far away \n\nI love North Yorkshire \n\nBut it is such a drive \n\nThree hours \n\nGerald why are you naked \n\nBecause it seems to be the done thing \n\nI am not naked \n\nYou are my dear \n\nI am wearing a gown \n\nWithout a belt \n\nI do not think that Jane cares \n\nWho am I to cast the first stone Iris \n\nI like your tee shirt \n\nA beautiful red \n\nIt belongs to Will \n\nHe has nice taste \n\nBut as you can see I have shrunk it \n\nI wish my bottom was nice as yours \n\nI blame the church as mine was never the same \n\nBut Christopher was kind to me \n\nAs I was no longer a novelty \n\nI brought the coffee out on a tray \n\nCome and join us \n\nWill two more cups \n\nCome as you are or less \n\nWe are all the same \n\nJane removed my tee shirt \n\nI wished that she had not done that \n\nAs the sight of her breasts always made me hard \n\nJust look at him \n\nAre you still at prep school Will \n\nThumbing through your mucky magazines \n\nI am sorry but - \n\nDo not worry I am glad he has the strength \n\nGerald is not the man he once was \n\nIt is the shrapnel my dear \n\nGerald when did you go to war \n\nI have a variety of toys if you get my drift \n\nDo not tell Will but so do I \n\nHe has his dolls and I have my vibrators \n\nYou must come around some time \n\nWe can exchange notes and ideas\n\nAnd I have this amazing cream \n\nSo soothing and subtly perfumed \n\nAnd there in ended deep in rural Norfolk \n\nFour naked people in the garden \n\nEnjoying morning coffee \n\nNot exactly friends \n\nBut comfortable with each other \n\nQuite what the cat made of it \n\nWas open to interpretation \n\nAs it was more interested in the bugs\n\nJessica's ribbon lay abandoned near the roses \n\nI was soon sent in to fetch some biscuits \n\nGood servants are so hard to find these days \n\nIt was as I was opening the Rose Lime Tin \n\nThat I heard a car pull up nearby \n\nI glanced out of the window \n\nIt was Michael and his family \n\nThey had made good time \n\nThe roads had been kind \n\nI quickly dressed \n \nThe Theatre of the Absurd \n\nWas to be the title of this modest piece \n\nI tried to suppress a smile \n\nThe kettles on again\n\nAnd I will be out in a moment \n\nWith the Rose Lime biscuits  \n\n\n\n\n\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nu du matin Jane Nu du matin Will When I awoke Jane was not in our bed The cat was nowhere to be seen I lay back and felt the humid air Drift across our pale blue room I thought of calling this poem The Dog Days of Summer But future events Would change my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15880","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15880","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15880"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15880\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15894,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15880\/revisions\/15894"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}