How to be Bush

Two books for Christmas about Kate Bush, and reading her lyrics, and listening to Brad playing a song of hers... has made me write this parody thing.

How to be Bush
(For Brad)

Back when I was nourishing
The witchy part of myself
With fruits in the forest
And Sunday serials
And Volumes of verse
Chucked over the hedge

It was a strange and wonderful
Thing to transpose
So notoriously difficult
To get just right

I was distracted
On Christmas Day
By her hot black words
Dropped like stones
On the snow

Well, would you read ‘em
If they were easy, huh?

I love
All your white spaces
The slim volume
Of you.