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  • By John Martin

Nudism in England

The sun's a prude: it turns its eye away

at night, and only looks on us by day

to see if we are doing what we should.

Yet how it blushes when it goes to bed

and also when it wakes up in the morning

despite it turns a blind eye to the rest!

The moon is not so moral: she looks on

at night - sometimes - to see what we are up to,

and has been known to have affairs with such

young blades as wander nakedly from hill

to hill, in that most ill-advised and carefree way

so typical of antique adolescence …

Mind you, the sun can make mistakes as well,

as when it paired with Memory to breed

the Muses, who have kept watch ever since.

But, generally, it turns a blind eye to

our goings-on, and, only when we're quite

respectable, will it come out and play.

John H.B. Martin is a poet who lives in London, England. He is a graduate of London University and Australia National University and has been writing for many decades. He has written four novels and is working on a fifth. His magnum opus is a six-volume epic poem. Most of his work is yet to be published.

1 Comment

Dec 11, 2022

This is such a fun poem! A very clever and original personification of some of the most personified poetic objects -- a great achievement, given the risks of falling into cliche. (The title is also provocative, and caught my attention.) This was one of the most enjoyable poetic reads I've had recently.

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