Tag: writing
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Accent
When she spoke, it was with an implacable accent Neither French nor Irish A brute chimera festooned with the worst of both All rolled Rs and missing Hs. I’m reaching those ‘missed the boat’ sort of ages, And I wondered, in fact I hoped, that if you wouldn’t accompany me to dinner You would at…
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Seeing what should not be seen
I spy her naked, unchaste Furtive as only the bitten and chased are. A beautiful fairy lady Her hair shell-trailed is raven sable Long necked and strange Not unlike a craning bittern Always scowling like an ill tempered Master examining a confiscated diagram. In a lake bathing, silt-tailed Her wake this sylph a silver surf…
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The classics
Like some Tesla tether How well She conducts herself For one sent from Hell solely to succubise my life, And torment me away from myself; Her illusion dispelled, courtesy the thyrsus I wielded Purse of my vision filled like a mugger’s fist at her unshielded I saw well what the flexile well of the mirror…
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Fly
Skin another mask that’s worn Torn paper sky in storm aspect A mass of balled warnings Firmament, just another awning Nothing stopped by bawling You chose to go forth crawling Fisher of souls, must be trawling How many spirits trapped in my craw.
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Trainlure
By an impatient outpatient graveyard Shot hard that hydra-carted rumbling clacktrain Massive as a Gawainfoe, and manmade, so vain. As an arrow flaming bathes yellow the life it claims, So was that narrow passage shorn of midnight nakedness. Bell, book, and candle; Vellum book handled by hours lamplit. Championship chances my damp-lip cauldron creates amply.
Alchemisland 