Swiss VintageA Poem by Becky KilsbyVillanelle
Deep-throated Bernese cowbells peeled away Swiss-Deutsche vowels entrapped my mouth by day, In aqua glare of glacial caves, we play Ensheathed in primary leathers, kid-bouquet, Morello globes entangling tongues’ slick-sway, Compressing Kirsch-clear memories today © 2011 Becky Kilsby |
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