A Wake to the Kittiwakes during London Fashion Week
A collage poem inspired by two articles juxtaposed in The Guardian, 16.9.06
Sprats are out this season
and Lerwick feels absolutely the new Cannes
now the North Sea’s turned Mediterranean.
This is how it looks:
they strut and posture against a fabulous cliff-edge location –
and it’s a muted palette:
Kittiwake white and grey
jostling Guillemot penguin suits,
with narrow neck-bands and those Cleopatra eyes,
o, and lots of retro ruffles,
feathers decidedly dishevelled.
An avian style of heroin chic,
it turns the spotters’ heads
as the chicks lose their grip,
and, like Naomi on platform heels,
and slip –
to double zero,
make a splash where no flash-bulbs ever venture.