Free verse № 106977
Lady Bradburyâs Excursion
(or Whiffs from a Dark Journey)
Alone again on grassy path
To vital refuge on rainy night
Latched inside a tiny shack
Bushy skirt pressed left and right
Petticoats, underdress, overdress raised
Bloomers first lowered
Now drawers, is that all?
The word I want is âempoweredâ
Nothing to see but lacy cloth
All fluffed around from waist to head
Lower parts lower ever so slowly
Wood donut on hindquarters dread
Perched silently upon the black pit
Gentle tinkles like soft mountain brook
Breeze of flowers, a scent to imagine
Jealous, but quiet, contained in this nook.
14 comments
in my opinion.
it really is.
into art. About as original as any poem I have
read in a long time. It takes a "leak" where it
has never gone before and somehow does so in good
taste. Womderful!
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