Welcome to Las Vegas

Jen Davis is a graduate of the BA English and the MA 19th Century Literature and Culture, who is now commencing her PhD in the English Department.


On the first night the wind gets up,

Buffeting the camper van.

‘We’ll be fine’ he says, ‘in this.’ She calms,

By degrees becomes placid.

 

She gets out the cards, the ones

With sphinxes and ‘Welcome to Las Vegas’

In gold on the reverse, a gift

She has forgotten, from their son.

 

It could be worse, he reflects,

As she shuffles and cuts

And folds and deals.

He feels for her busy hand.

 

He nods, gestures her to lead.

Outside, in the gust-plucked field,

A tent blows over and rolls away,

Its occupants trapped within.