Write Like Glen Duncan
Let me write like Glen Duncan.
I would top every Christmas list
Send it seaward in bottles and
Skyward on doves
If I thought it would make it one iota more likely.
If I could do that, weave god and death and darkness
With cups of tea and the humbleness of hangovers;
I’d sleep smiling.
I’d rather like to effortless, tread
The line between the real and romantic,
The sinister and sense-perfect,
The ethereal and the endemically English.
Let me write like Glen Duncan;
I could walk with the devil and his children,
Who have such inky feet.