Ingmar Bergman

Ingmar Bergman never tarried past slumber
Shrewd
Though reclusive
He knew
That on a silent slightly Scandinavian island
Cold feet breed daemons
And short of talk or
Man or cat
Nothing on a wet day to distract
Incessant laughing/mocking choirs
Recounting from internal towers
Blunders gaffs the nasal twang of his voice

In addition he
Could decay
Without the
Worry of
Last night’s drunken proposal (proposition) admission
Dignity!
?
A mad bandy man runs naked alone in the cracking northern night
Cackles
Confesses
Two shrivelled sticks
Dance behind a sofa
As a tearful rendition serenades
The carpet’s geometric maids
Then
Not for him the sore head bed
But the stumbling
Shambling
Shaking
Hairy dog coffee morning
As quizzically
The carpets courteous courtiers
No longer vocal
Simply giggle wriggle and hum