At the back of the mind there is a queue.
Posting on closed gates: 'Seeing none today!'
will not deter one supplicant from you
nor send the long discontented away.
Do all pending paperwork, clear in-tray,
manicure, pedicure, clean house all through.
Sufficient. Fly this crate now. Chocks away!
No. There's a snake out back wants words with you.
Sit out, ignoring neighbor's chavvy noise.
Hazed sun 'forty-shading' green. Seed globes proud;
another wave of sugar-stealers poised.
There's Legion. Snake? Wraiths of mind-midges crowd,
where every valid critic's point of view
attacks you on your record, stings some too.
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It's a Shakespearean sonnet, by rhyme at least, but first and second quatrains have the same rhymes. I arranged the lines Italian style.
We called the dandelion seeds 'sugar-stealers' as children, for some reason. ;) I see, googling, that it was fairly common in my day to do so in England.
'Forty Shades of Green' is a sentimental Irish song of home. When the sun is half out its light infills leaves somewhat and the greens become more various by the differing extent of their transparencies.
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The Singing Season
PoetryThe Singing Season. That's the spring-time. You'll also like other MajorSeventh poetry collections - and there are so many to choose from.
