my very own lemon meringue.
it has the mood of a horse
as I chomp on it's bit
as it bellows. and bellows. and bellows.
it was never a straight cut of yellow.
it was a prime of life
with ears that never dared to swim
or skin the hide of April as she pinned
the round side of it's neck
never bright enough to kiss or rummage through.
staid beneath consortium of liberal and grief
never tall enough to march
with the whistle-blowers,
foaming at the mouth.
I am too far south to love the artic charr,
though am told it melts the palette
of such uncomforming things.
sting my tail of jabberwocky's
pale and slithy toves
look through the glass of Alice
as she points her fingers
her zero senseless toes.
power mine said lord of tumeric.
if it cannot move, bend it!
and when I've eaten my very own lemon meringue
I will yodle through a fish-pond
of my very own gobbledygook;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 7th, 2024 13:10
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Comments5
Incongruous combinations puzzle the mind and numb the brain bringing a smile the spirit to tame. Loved it.
thank you soren.
I do appreciate your very kind comments.
lol oh yes 🤣 yellow not my colour but yes a damn good Lemon merengue on a hot summer's night would do nicely love your end. Ammazza 🌹
I got my mindset on yellow from you Teddy...
and lo n behold.
a lemon meringue appeared!
I will save you some my friend ;0)
Oh please do, there is nothing better apart from lemon cheesecake, that sort of yellow I can handle lol 🤣 💛
I read several times, and each time something jumped out at me; not having the courage of convictions, "staid beneath consortium of liberal and grief never tall enough to march with the whistle-blowers", but accepting the gobbldygook. Wow, what imagery!
very kind words as always Bella.
thank you very much.
Great write
thank you Tony
You're not
I am too far south to love the artic charr
a fabulous line
you brought life to a lemon meringue pie, my senses were stirred
taste, sight, touch - a yummy poem Melvin. Happy Sunday.
many thanks Cassie
and a very happy Sunday to you to;
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