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a hot hazy cadburys flake advert afternoon

of slender indolent preraphaelite girls

in diaphanous dresses,

reclining in rowing boats

or adrift in waving fields of wheat.

an ululating summer like birdsong through trees

that peculiar august languor of daisy chains,

bumblebees and careless ease,

lp hartley novels, garden parties

and the seventies.

canal boat days still and mesmeric.

dragonflies dart and hover

with their strange air of expectancy,

bait and switch, invite and tease.



Note: I never realised as a young girl how sexist these adverts were …