Exile
I mounted the spangled ivory stairs
for her want of spires never attained
with the constance of Ruth.
She said you are a slender dark shelter of coppiced cedar
a coral forest of lovers lost in the deluge
colonial beacons lavender pens
and paisley ponds of swan may be your home
but leave study the law
the walls of wild Hell
for there is no justice here
But incy mincy pinches drained all my valour and embroidery
diminished deciduous clouds
"Show me the body" decreed Saladin
My murderer lives by the Corner Brook
she must know him
for they both speak English
jelly makers of betrayal
India ink
Contempt of court
Easterly gales
I wed the wolf. 2011 Lucien Senna All Rights Reserved Copywright
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Comments
This also reminded me of a sad song about a river death.
This a beautiful clear day. Hang washed britches outside.
I saw a aqua lavender hue. It's a humming bird visitation.
Yesterday I found a shirt. I dug out dirty britches to wear.
Willie Nelson had bah day. He grab dirty shirt and pants.
I woke up and went to a`bottom of the stinky clothes pile.
I confess. Late afternoon`no buy 'Coors Beer' for the cops.
Ifa nice officer stops you for driving slow you burp a 7-Up.
Pop Ups do annoy. I am gonna reread. I Love your avatar.
You Silver. No sip 'Seagrams's' `gin tho. No get loopy too?
No gulp Heinz Red Ketchup too.`gin burps are nasty Kerry.
Your Author Tags give some help`great tip/clues. Take care.
If cops stop you say that the beers`go to open-saloon editor?
Bless you...
Birds sing ...
I see skies of blue,
birds soar in flight.
it's okay to say exile`
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And I Love You. Sax.
Blues. I get blues too.
I'll wash my rags too.
Drink Adam's Wine.
That's Pure Water.
Thanks for a poem.
It's a Joy to reread.
No, seriously, good piece.
Rated!