Linen
- Lisburn to Paris to the Wallace Art Collection in London,
a tale of three cities
This is no fairy tale of old
With spinning wheels and flax of gold
Glistening like princess hair
All yellow in the morning air
It’s tales of lint pools, legs in slime
bare and scabbed from clinging leeches
Tales of rotting in the rainCutting hooks
Stretched out on the bleaching green
Linen rolled, unrolled again,
pain and
Roses roses all the way
To ruination and decay
Petals rotting, pink and wet,
A palace called the Bagatelle,
in sixty days, built for a bet*
Things go pear-shaped - barricades
Piled up carriages and beds
The Paris Commune and the reds
Spilling out in jamboree
But we are on a shopping spree
Buying paintings bright and gay
Lisburn’s half a world away
* Bois de Boulogne,
In 1775, the count of Artois, brother of Louis XVI, acquired a small chateau built around 1720 in the Bois de Boulogne, and which had been a well-known place for debauchery, which explains the origin of its name.
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