Last night I published the first of my “Plumbing Cantos”, with a brief explanation of why how and what they’re all about.
It seems I’m on a bit of a roll, and have now written the second one:
Plumbing Canto 2
The night ahead felt long and daunting now.
I tried to get myself together. Please
bear with me trying to write the whole thing down.
A muse to help my memory, I need
to get across the weight of these events.
“So Patrick” I began ” Some answers, please.”
“Why me? I’m no-one special. Were you sent?
D’you think I’m up to this? I’ve got some doubts…
This journey may just be at your expense.”
“My name’s iambic, fitting (just about)
Tom Baker would have fitted, too, it’s true.
But Tom’s alive, and my name has the clout
And Bill and Jon would not have worked for you.”
“Nor David Tennant?” “No, he’s still alive.
But this is not about a Doctor Who.
I represent the power you derive
from idols, rock stars, father-figure types.
All archetypes that formulate your “tribe”.
It seems to me that something’s come to light.
These second thoughts you’re having make me ask:
D’you want to make a living fixing pipes?
Before you answer that, I’ll cut in fast
by telling you who sent me at this time:
The spirit of a client from the past.
A woman who you worked for heard you whine.
She had concerns about the things you wrote.
The plumbing work you did for her was fine.
She read your poems. Liked ’em. And she hoped
you’d be successful. Truly she believed.
So when she saw you struggle, then she spoke:
‘A friend of mine (though fortune’s not his friend)
has got himself a little stuck in life.
It may already be (for him) the end…
For those in his profession, doubt is rife
but cheerleaders are there to spur him on.
He also quoted me the cheapest price.’
She sent me. This is why I came along.
Take comfort from this every single day
whenever things may look like going wrong.”
I carried on the journey straight away.
© Michael L Radcliffe 2013canto > dante > inferno > plumbing > poem > poetry