Sevenling: At The Intellect's Wake
At the
Intellect's wake--what will you have, scotch mist
watered wine or hot spleen juice for tea? We serve it
in numb;
no china pots, crystal cups in an ape's
auditorium.
Are there
teeth anywhere? Please open wide--
they'll be
gently extracted; the buffet is cold mush
lukewarm spoonfuls
of treacle, with thin cabbage soup.
Where are the mourners? Out in the rain in a graveyard of swallows.
~September
2012
Posted
for real toads
Sunday
Mini-Challenge: The Sevenling
This form was first used by Russian Poet Anna Akhmatova. See the link for details.
Photo copryright and courtesy of Margaret Bednar. Used with permission. Thank you , Margaret.

