Tag: poet’s corner
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Winterfangs at the Hillfort
In his pagan palace of palisades and witches, an Rí Shivers no less than the peons working his ditches thanklessly Season when Mercury dips, when blue-lipped men wear an extra stitch Winter begins decorating, forceful Refusing to store your old clutter and decor in boxes marked stuff Pulling wires out of fuse boxes, leaving live…
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Orb of Maybes
To love and suffer, to suffer another, is embarrassing awfully I wouldn’t permit it normally but I am bit; the romance of Paris Makes my heart Her garret; Her sweet nothings mine parrots Where it leads; the lesson dawns: the tale in telling grows awesomely Awaiting first frost’s thaw, in awe of glassy, classy, crystalline…