THIS POEM IS NOT SPONSORED

This poem is not sponsored by:
Barclays Bank, Northern Electric, Budweiser Beer
Trust House Forte, McDonalds, Reed International
English Estates, Scottish & Newcastle or Snicker
bars

This poem does not gratefully acknowledge the assistance of:
Chase Manhattan, Carling Black Label, British Airways
Natwest, BNFL, Kleinwort Benson, Texas Homecare, Tonka
Toys, McAlpine, British American Tobacco, ICI, Scottish
Widows, IBM, Balfour Beatty, Woolco, Tate & Lyle or Nissan
cars

The creation of this poem was not made possible through:
United Biscuits, Black & Decker, Currys Electric, British
Telecom, Heineken, Kwik-Fit Exhausts, Virgin Atlantic,
Coca-Cola, Legal & General, Amstrad, W.H.Smith, Storey
Carpets, Cable & Wireless, Burger King, Dulux Paint or Raleigh
Bike

Sponsorship for future poems is not actively sought from:
Pearl Assurance, Tetley Breweries, British Steel, Nintendo,
Gillette, Panasonic Adidas, the Prudential, Procter & Gamble,
Barratt Homes, Safeway, Bradford & Bingley, Tupperware or Spud-U-
Like.

If Love

If love was cloud
we would eat it form fairground sticks
If love was darkness
we would fill our black pots with its paint
If love was the sun
we would pin it to our lapels
If love was the moon
we would pick our teeth with its crescent
If love was sand
we would build our dreams in its castles
If love was fire
we would flap its red silk at the dead
If love was a tree
we would know its reasons for pointing
If love was water
we would frame it into mirrors
If love was rock
we would sink inside its clenched muscle
If love was colour
we would slide down its rainbow back
If love was death, was death
we would tilt its black hat, and kiss
its bone lips into singing.

Peter Mortimer