Constable becomes Banksy
The sun shines,
swans are gliding the river
which runs through,
soft, silent and true,
and this fine spring day
could be a John Constable,
with me, strolling in the canvas.
As I walk I smell the freshness
of a newly painted barge,
and wave to its owner
who sits in a recliner on the verge,
reading a book next to a tired looking dog.
Further on,
I pass two policewomen
in crisp, white, short sleeved shirts,
who look happy and are smiling at each other,
as if they had just hugged or kissed,
and were in love.
*Tony Vowles is the author of http://www.theastrologyblog.com and has had his poetry previously published in Dawn Treader magazine.