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 hedgeIt was a strange and wonderful
Thing to transpose
So notoriously difficult
To get just rightI was distracted
On Christmas Day
By her hot black words
Dropped like stones
On the snowWell, would you read ‘em
If they were easy, huh?I love
All your white spaces
The slim volume
Of you.