A CHEESE BY ANY OTHER NAME

Marooned for three years, Ben Gunn was

‘sore for Christian diet’. He dreamt of cheese,

toasted mostly.

 

Doctor Livesey always had about him

a piece of Parmesan in a snuffbox.

When he heard about the dreams he said,

‘Well, that’s for Ben Gunn!’

 

But we never find out if the ‘half mad maroon’ savours

the King of Cheeses. Maybe he eats it –

and wishes it were Cheddar.

 

 

Note: This poem is a slightly revised version of  part of REVELATIONS, published on the site in March 2011.

 

 

 

 

Ben GunnCheddarDoctor LiveseyKing of CheesesmaroonedParmesanRobert Louis StevensonTreasure Island