Cheeky Missy

[This Is To Prove Jennifer CAN Ink Dark Stuff]

Um, I blamed it on having read my friend\'s dark piece.

 

 

 

(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXCVI)

 

 

Likeas a small child standing naked thence

Within the charred bits of a doorway, frail

As lo, thin wisps of smoke \'non drifting, pale

And silent twards grey heavns, where no voice hence

Replies but tis the shrieking call fr\'intents

Of nary hawk nor gull, but whom avail

Them of burnt wreckage--lost upon that scale

Wi\' but a des\'late wilderness \'fore, whence?

They talk of some \"new start.\"  I laugh in tour,

Yea, smile as if I\'m ver\'ly happy too,

Can fool myself like such is true, yet\'s poor.

I\'m that wee child left \'fore this desert view,

Pretending all\'s sae fine as Death stalks fer

All that whate\'er I\'d cherished.  And what\'s new?

 

20Apr19b