Conspiracy of Joy

Kate Tempest wrote a lovely short poem called ‘Watching My Dog Sleep’ (after Dermot Healy). I like poetry and dogs, so here’s my contribution to the conversation.

 

Dudley is running, faster than flight,

perfectly judging the length of my throw.

Stretches long, leaping, brown into blue light.

Lopes a triumphant lap round the field edge.

Ears bounce, velvet victory bunting,

gives up the prize with a wide staffy grin.

Light shining bright in the black sloes of your eyes.

Block my path huffing,

 again again again.