……– according to myth, Plutus, the god of wealth, was conceived in “a thrice-tilled field”
Plutus exhales –
his sweet breath turns our heads
giddy with desire.
We scrabble in furrows
to find gems, shuttle sieves,
dig through grit
to seams glittering with mica.
Plutus wants better,
has schemes to get it,
his furnaces and chimneys
breathe foul on us.
his excrement is gold.
If he farts on you, spend it quick.
He sets his signature everywhere,
on contracts, plaques,
on the cornerstones of our houses.
Exhausted land becomes fertile,
debts ripen and tighten their tendrils.
Plutus is a little god
but he weighs heavy; the scales
tip favourably in lawcourt and town hall.
wealth ferments inside his belly.
He’ll pack up business,
disappear to island hideaways,
leave empty vaults and rotting silos.
At the end of a banquet,
in a gilded chair under the chandeliers,
as ministerial guests glide off-stage,
No need to strive.
The soil prepares itself
for another sowing, another r(e)aping.
‘Three Tillings’ by Derek Sellen won second prize in Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (July 2021) judged by Paul McDonald)
Derek Sellen has written poetry, short stories and plays over many years. He has read his work widely and has won various poetry awards. His poems have been published in Arts Council, Poetry on the Lake and PEN anthologies among others. The initial inspiration for The Three Tillings came from the release of the Panama Papers. His collection of poems inspired by Spanish art The Other Guernica (Cultured Llama 2018) has been very well reviewed.