duchess of dawn,
served ye a pawn,
must we, in equipoise,
lounge on the lawn?
and munch on a maggot,
magistrate Moon,
sipping for seconds
in argentum spoons?
as I may devise
a devious surprise,
a lambency mocked
in jovial design,
say, will such leisure
suffice so a laugh,
or dendrites be driven,
splitting in half?
if scepters be charmed
and vestibules warmed
should halfwits be warned
and tocsins alarmed?
now, plenty creating
an echoing knell,
this halfwit be waiting,
wishing on wells.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...
