The Quarry

His body looked at her, My little dancing cousin Taboo. Forbidden fruit Unripe and lovely in her summer frock He led her up through fiery clumps of nettles To the grey quarry edge Wanting to wear her womb like a tight glove Her shining eyes too young to read the runes Far below, great stones like giant’s lego Lay on the cracked ground A great gallumping dog came barking up. Its anoraked owner tipped the scales of luck In the nick of time. High in the sky’s vortex A hovering hawk sheered off Wheeling off to the housing scheme in the North