nonsense in no sense is this nonsense nonsense

I CANNOT GIVE THE REASONS
by mervyn peake

I cannot give the reasons,
I only sing the tunes:
the sadness of the seasons
the madness of the moons.

I cannot be didactic
or lucid, but I can
be quite obscure and practic-
ally marzipan

In gorgery and gushness
and all that's squishified.
My voice has all the lushness
of what I can't abide

And yet it has a beauty
most proud and terrible
denied to those whose duty
is to be cerebral.

Among the antlered mountains
I make my viscous way
and watch the sepia mountains
throw up their lime-green spray.



© The Mervyn Peake Estate
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i've been discussing my love for 'nonsense poems' with a few people recently - and i've mentioned Lewis Carroll numerous times in this journal.
i'd just like to rectify an obvious missing name from my roll-call and showcase this piece by Mervyn Peake. 
i adore Peake's work both as author and artist.
and on a personal note - hello Rosie if you're out there doing the alternative funeral thing, hope the Bone book is being kept and cared for.