Ballad Of The Earwig
(a 55)
He was the earwig come up through the drain,
she the rosebud ruined in rain,
she the actress losing her looks,
he, strutting hero of unreadable books;
they a brainstorm dying in rage,
they, two monkeys shaking a cage.
I am the pony who runs with the storm,
you, blue fire that burns without warmth.
April 2025
posted for Word Garden Word List
Images: Earwig, metal sculpture, artist unknown. via internet Fair Use
Blue Fire Wallpaper, artist unknown, via internet, Fair Use
