Friday, 28 September 2012

Slippery slopes and thin ends of wedges.

Looks like
it isn’t going
to go missing after all,
as across the pond, linguists
have started raging at our infestation
into their cool and far-out reinventions.

the president’s
been chuffed to bits,
their chattering classes
have become mightily miffed
as more and more Anglo-Saxon
jetsam is washed up on their shore.

It seems
we’re still
wearing the trousers
and their drip drip drip
into our culture could be slowly
drying up. We clearly haven’t reached
our sell by date quite yet. Soon they’ll be
doing the washing up, maybe moving house,
as we insidiously creep back into their conversations.

© Michael Ray

Britishisms and the Britishisation of American English

Michael Ray  is a glass artist living in West Cork Ireland. In 2011 he won the RTE John Murray National Poetry Competition. His work has appeared in The Moth, Asylum, The Independent and Cyphers