Crocodiles: Mervyn Peake

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She stared at him as hard as she
Could stare, but not a single blush
Suffused his face like dawn at sea
Or roses in a bush –

For crocodiles are very slow
At taking hints because their hide’s
So thick it never feels de trop,
And tender like a bride’s.

Mervyn Peake 1911-1968

The illustration is copyright: Patrick Foto via Shutterstock
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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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