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Another Door
She did not come by way of heart
She came through skull
And stayed a night
There she hung her songs, pitched tent
Then argued, asked and wildly axxed.
She did not come by way of wink
By courtly summoning of lash
She came through skull
And stayed to parley
She did not come by way of heart
But packed her tongue, moved in to stay.
She came through skull
And stayed a night
There she hung her songs, pitched tent
Then argued, asked and wildly axxed.
She did not come by way of wink
By courtly summoning of lash
She came through skull
And stayed to parley
She did not come by way of heart
But packed her tongue, moved in to stay.
Published 23rd Jul 2023
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How this one slipped by me I don't know, but it is wonderful. Every last word. I am on a journey to read everything you've written here. Stay tuned.
This is an edit: it's even better the second and third readings. Sometimes the Muse can do that, whether through the intellect of the head or the emotion of the heart. Lovely when they combine. "packed her tongue."
Love it.
This is an edit: it's even better the second and third readings. Sometimes the Muse can do that, whether through the intellect of the head or the emotion of the heart. Lovely when they combine. "packed her tongue."
Love it.
Thank you. It is a poem from teenage years. When poems still had rhymes and the focus on love of the young.
