All Bases Covered
her name formed
but a small
part of the litany
he once
wrote for her ..
and which,
he would mouth
over and over
again ..
indeed, she was
both recited
and sung and then
pinned
with such pride
to the walls
of great temples,
majestic
cathedrals and a
few scattered
shrines
here and there
for PR
purposes and to
ensure
all known tick boxes
had each
been suitably crossed ..
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2023 00:27
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Comments9
Don't forget... you may see her image on the back of a pancake when you flip it, or in the rust on an old screen door, or waving at you from a cloud as it passes by.
I shall keep my eyes well n truly peeled sir J 🙂
Suitably crossed and thus applause for this piece is suitable and a joy to relate. Real nice piece and salute to the reverent touch of phrase. Nice write.
I am indeed honoured Bobby .. Many thank yous sir
Not sure if you were her agent or her acolyte......
However I feel you did cover her adequately in so very few words.........
that'll do nicely sir Dog
Good write N.
Cheers O
That litany is now all around you Neville.
Andy
thanks for chirping up like that I am cheered up no end ..
Very nice!! When I read the word litany immediately I thought...church! The best part though: "for PR purposes"...yep!
funny how we make such individual associations isn't it LIZ .. cheers 💜
I believe he wrote for a lover and she became well known, while he remained undiscovered,
Perhaps, she was a singer?
This raises all kinds of questions as to the identity of the two characters. A most enjoyable poem. - Phil A.
Thank you so much for visiting Phil, very much appreciated my friend .. cheers .. Neville
Goodness Neville, you always pull curiosity out of me. I quite wonder what knowing this woman would be like.
she was really quite .............. oops almost forgot, a gentleman never tells .. let's just say pretty decent .. Neville
He named the muse, and she stuck to the identity he created for her…I hope that she deserved it, since she didn’t know who she was before then… Reads like a Woody Allen script, so fresh and interesting as always…
thank you very much indeed Parisab ..
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