Friday 26 November 2010

#6: Spelunking With Some of My Favourite Singer Songwriters

I am just setting up my camera
to take a shot of a wooden stemple
that must date back to when these were lead mines
when Elvis Costello makes a short,
indistinct noise from behind me.

I turn and catch his torch beam
full in the eyes.
'Hey!' I say, shielding my face.

As my vision adjusts,
I see that several thousand years
of calcium deposits have built up
around his left arm,
trapping him in the wall
like a spider in a bar of soap.
A stalactite hangs from his nose and chin
like an ice beard.

Art Garfunkel stops blasting for diamonds
and lifts his goggles.
'Oh Declan,' he chuckles,
'not again!'

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