A riot
of illusions
a festival
on hold
The jester caught
laughing
at what’s yet
been told
Saint George
his new dragon
a pet
on a leash
The parade
stops and watches
as minstrels
beseech
Cheery O’
Cherry O’
the knave said
to the Queen
As he stole
back the memory
of all that’s
unseen
While the clock
in the tower
struck one
final time
And the square
clouded over
with darkness
— unrhymed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Excellent news
Thanks Tony.
Whoa! Cull a low whistle in concluding as the subtle poignancy steals off the soul until, captivated, eyes shining, no words remain but a low whistle. Wow! Awesome! I love it! Thank you for sharing!!
The poet does it again ... "the subtle poignancy steals off the soul until, captivated ..."
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