John Crick
and when God hammered out silver and gold
he made swordfish dance on Harlech sands
took snuff for the first time
and made sirocco and simoon, levanter and mistral
shook out his feather duster
and made a thousand ostriches moult with fear
dropped sweat with the effort of creation
and made tarns and meres, loughs and fjords
whispered, Psst! Can you keep a secret?
and made Vatican, bishopric and manse
tried on an astrakhan coat
and made branches applaud with blossom
then God tired and fell down in a puddle
his tears made Morecambe Bay and he was glad
John Crick is a poet and jazz enthusiast based in Shrewsbury. Born in Lancashire, he worked as an English teacher for many years and wrote poems on the side.
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